These words don’t come on command

the door unlocked with the turn of a key,

an open invitation to come inside 

this tangled web that is my mind

spinning stories that rewrite the past 

setting me free from these chains,

these self inflicted wounds 

that have left scars to remind me 

not to go where I am not welcome

I’ve tripped 

I’ve fallen

I’ve lost my way, 

gotten out of my way

and now

found my way back home

Copyright 2013 Betty Larrea