Let me in!
I didn’t mean to,
I slipped out of the rooms
and the door slammed shut.
Please, please, I didn’t mean to stop,
didn’t intend to take it back,
to wrest control away, to myself.
It’s cold out here!
I’m scared.
The fears are back,
the terror, the loneliness.
The good-old-days aren’t here.
I know. I left them in the rooms.
Please, please let me in.
I didn’t mean to go back out.
What’s that buzz?
What’s coming?
Oh. OH! Okay. Thank God!
God, I offer myself to Thee
to build with me
and do with me….
But please, please hold on tight!