Part of me wants to stay in between.
I've gotten used to the way my foot feels stuck between the door
and everything I'm afraid of.
Part of me wants to run as far as I can,
Try and outrun the worst parts of me
And everything in me is telling me to stay
At least I am alive here
At least I am warm
Comfortable
Am I, though?
Comfortable,
When the weight of the door is holding me in place
Reminding me that even if I changed my mind
The world rests upon my shoulders
And I can't simply abandon it
Or everything would come crashing down
