October 6, 2024
Perhaps it was not the ones with stoic faces and deep set grumbles that made me feel unwelcome.
But rather the bright smiles and eager eyes that caused me to be wary.
They brought me in with arms wide open and told me I was home,
But did not waver sending me on my way in seconds flat.
Out in the cold with no place to go,
Their reflections meld with the vibrant warmth of crackling flames.
On the outside looking in
Smiles illuminate their gnashing fangs.
Perhaps it was the coo of acceptance that drew me in
As a babe to their mother.
Maybe I am a bit too trusting.
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