I just want
To stay in this room
Ivory smooth walls
The angel with soft steps
Each time I wake
Is there.

I never want to leave
But my departure is planned
before I even get to the
first room, the first feeling
of knowing I am not
who they say I am.

He is so soft like the petals
Of the pale roses from
My childhood that
has since been torn up
From the roots.
My childhood not yours.

I’m here floating
To be healed by someone
Or something I have not
seen yet but I’ve been told
That once you are born
again, you are

So grateful you will not
curse the parents that
made you

Any more.

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