I fed the fireplace until it learned my name⁣
and what was left called itself free⁣
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I searched for truth in every conversation⁣
but found only the weight of my own listening⁣
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my ears rang with every falsity I’d heard⁣
until silence became the only tongue I trusted⁣
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but even silence has an expiry date⁣
and solitude began knocking from within⁣
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I opened the door and a storm raged in⁣
it wore my face and called me stranger⁣
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I welcomed him to the house I’d emptied⁣
he knew each crack by name before I did⁣
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how was I a stranger if he knew every corner I’ve cried in⁣
because knowing is not the same as staying⁣
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staying means presence even when the rooms are empty⁣
but to be present in an empty room meant turmoil⁣
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and turmoil was the first honest guest I’d had⁣
it made me aware of all that I denied⁣
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the shadows I once named as shelter, the love I called burden⁣
who knew that at the end of their acceptance⁣
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I would finally be the one who knocks

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