Misunderstood secrets have shaded my door
I open and nobody is in the doorway
For a while I don’t draw the fastener
To not dismiss my unknown fate.

If only I could guess
How many times I shall rebuild hope,
With what price shall I pay my receipt?
For living in sanctuary.

I fell to give birth in secret
Children of a savage land, my flower’s kids
Made by nights on watch when thrown
Of dear words and last apparel.