There is a queue outside my door that seems to stretch so far into the future, i cannot see the end.
It is not a happy queue. No one meets your eyes, unless it is with taunting, defiance. There is unease, guilt, fear and prejudice.
How do you insulate yourself from that which people bring into your room, as you hold the door open? Where questions are asked, forgiveness begged, hatred spilled and insecurity handed over like an unwanted gift?