Poetry of Stephanie Bennett Henry, Uncategorized

The Home of Me 

I will never crawl to you. I will never buckle my knees for you or for anyone else. I will never give you more than the roll of my eyes, the hard turn of my back, like a door being slammed, a book being closed after the last disappointing chapter. I’ve said it a million times and my voice will never waiver as I say it a million more. I have given you all that I have. You’re not getting the cold, empty room of me that still stands because it stands with only one brick of slap-stick love. That’s all I have left of me and whatever it takes, I will rebuild that empty room into a home and I promise you will not be getting a key. 
-Stephanie Bennett-Henry©

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