your mouth is a door,
and someday you are going to be told that it's just better left closed.

your eyes are the windows to your soul,
and someday people are going to tell you to draw the curtains.

your heart has been unpacked from the basement,
and someday someone is going to tell you to put it away.

and your optimism is a candle in your windows, and someday everyone's going to try and blow it out.

i'm telling you this,
because when that someday comes i want you to know what to say.

you say,

"my mouth is a door, and i hold the key."
"my eyes are the windows to my soul and i'll wash them regularly."
"my heart will not be put away, it goes with everything."
"my optimism is a candle, and it keeps me warm."

when that someday comes,
i want you to know what to say...

you say,
"this is my house, and it's not for sale."

he teaches me how to love.
not only him,
but others.
not only others,
but myself.
he teaches me how to love.

he said, "i forgive you."
and stopped me dead in my tracks
that is not a phrase
my ears have been used to
probably because i've never used
the words on myself

don't say you found someone new
someone who understands you
i always did the best i could

through the beauty of healing, i have been ripped open.
i am familiar with pain and longing.
so much so i thought i had died...
then my body showed it was trying.

and maybe i'm not better
but at least i have been worse
and if i'm in a nightmare
waking up is sure

ena is a pond that most people mistake for a lake
and they take and take and take
not realizing she's losing more of herself everyday
yet she never complains