Admittance

Delivered into the hushed aisle

Of red-faced girl built into their tears,

I shook my hand utterly and involuntarily

As I stroked the spine of my very core fear.

It smelled of worn scents

That's been passed on and on again

As the pages, the words, the ink

Began to change the meaning within.

Misconstrued definitions and synonyms

That cling to Her last protection of hope

As I sit myself onto the dirty floor

And wonder how I'll ever begin to cope.