the embodiment of home
that beat up door
I walked through
so many times in
my life; countless
we peeled it off
the rusty hinges
brought it home
where I painted
it bright green
and affixed it to
my new writing
studio; mine now
that door holds so
many memories
now it will be part
of everything that
I write; every piece
of art that I create
that door;
home embodied