In my heart lies a pain,
a cry from a deep corner.
The four walls that covers my past
screams at me to talk to them.
I have ignored this thump,
but now I shall relieve them from my grief.
I take a deep breath,
I run my finger down the entrance,
it pushes open.
The loss of my grandfather has shriveled down,
the want for my father lives brave,
the fear of death in war wants me to comfort it,
and the newest addition still awaits a welcome.
We huddle together and I look at them,
each one...
I promise them some light in here,
and a fan as, it is quite hot.
But most of all I promise to cherish them,
live with them.
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