NaPoWriMo Day 17
Welcome to the house of steel cards
balanced on a stormy precipice,
each timid moan a terrifying screech
that echoes down a cavern paved with ice.
Welcome to invisibility,
to permanent transparency of life,
where tender scars are hidden from the day
and every shaft of light cuts like a knife.
Welcome to compassion unrestrained,
to deep regrets impossible to share,
to one who holds the world inside his heart
as bitter mem’ry whispers, “They don’t care.”
If this be where you wish to rest your head,
a hearth that burns in love and drowns in tears,
then welcome, friend, and know that you are safe.
But please, forget me not in winding years.