In a state of love
I am free

In a state of love
I can be

In a state of love
I am me.

Joan Lashley

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I stand waiting in the acrid rain,
Looking beyond doors into an inner sanctum.
My feet immersed in puddles of ignorant notions.

So eager for entrance
I spew, spent emotional turmoil
And cry silently, within introspective boundaries.

I wonder if my plight is heard.
Numbness floods my expectations.
Yet, I search for empathy from those before me.

The offer. Doors open wide.
I sign my name, on their dotted line,
And enter the house, of institutionalised love.

Joan Lashley