Check Yourself At The Door Poem by Linda Engwall

Check Yourself At The Door



Some days I struggle
How this is all suppose to play out
Longing to be heard
To find my words

Whose fault is it if no one hears
I am sure it must be me

So will I fade away if I no longer have a place
Or shall I find my own
Space

I believe
I am okay
Until someone has questions
I fall away

Into this dark hole
Of is this real
Or made up by me

Where is that barometer
To check yourself

We cant stay in our mind
And expect
It to make sense to everyone
But ourselves

So check yourself at the door
And find your place
Once more

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