Home is Where the Heart Is

I enter the Psych Ward.
But unfortunately it is not as easy as that.
There are 3 layers of door between the
ward and the outside world where people don’t fit anymore.
These people are pieces of puzzle that don’t go anywhere
so they are set aside.

Each layer of door I press a button and wait.
As I go through each door I hope she will be good.
I don’t know what I am walking into but
right at the core of this place is home.

I give my bags to the nurses to check for drugs
or something possibly harmful to the patients.
She raises her hand and waves and smiles.

I am home.

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