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I visited my harbor
A refuge among the waves
I walked among giants
And touched the cold firm ground
And rocks that formed foundations
Of communities and families
Of a world handed down

I saw the faces of my elders
I felt the hands of my grandmothers
On my shoulders
As I scrubbed the stones clean
The sun shone on my neck
Warming me as I worked.
One last rinse of their headstone

And my task was done
They sparkled and smiled
Back at me
And as the dates in the stones held fast,
My clock continued to advance
And I left knowing I felt better
Their embrace was healing.

Beautiful of them all
But always wary of the unseen;
Of the unheard but always felt within.
It became an obsession to one that holds attention.

From building a wall,
Into a freakin' house.
Where they could only knock;
On the door but still shut out.

Even that was not safe haven,
Only made her more cautious,
Where the devil peeps through the window;
Even at the brightest day.

Somehow the devil managed to get in,
Registered his stay,
A tenant in the house.
Oh where else is safe?


-HIY