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The rusty gate looms ahead,
the silent entrance
to my own private hell.
It swings open
with a gentle push of my hand,
welcoming me
into the steel jaws
of family bonds.
It belittles me
with the shrill laughter
of its ancient hinges,
daring me to walk away.
A deep breath to calm
the rollercoaster of emotions
which soar deep within me.
Home.
The narrow path
that leads to the house
never felt so long,
each step
a nightmare of its own.
A tiny lizard
darts across my path,
finding refuge in the foliage
of mother's garden.
Oh, to fiind such solitude.