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sometimes i will stand outside my own front door.
afraid to go inside my own home.
because i heard a noise..
that unidentified sound.
confines me on my doorstep.
so i stand there.
because i am afraid someone is inside.
so i stand there.
breathing and rationalizing.
that no one is inside.
that it is quiet.
still i will stand there a few moments more.
then i force myself to go inside.
who am i listening for?
you or him.
who will take me by surprise.
who will damage me even more.
funny, isn’t it mama.
you trained me so well.
i still stand still.
even when i know i am alone.
© 2007 jenna woods
