Overwhelmed

I shrink back from unsafe eye contact,
Dim the lights, dragon puff, back away.
Precedents were broken, guards cracked,
so I must regroup, decide to stay...

They think Im long gone...unconcerned,
seeing only the illusion of my white gates.
But I am no dragon, immune, unburned,
Nor a knight unaffected by these weights.

Doors and I have a standing agreement,
holding back tides for the keys that bind.
Not for trick, treat, insult or compliment,
but tenderness; warmth, gentle and kind.

Save me from my inescapably honest logic;
crushing nihilism's hopeless infinite defeat.
Suggest hope for the hurt, bruised, lovesick,
reach passed my walls to my child's heartbeat.