Robes of White

It's been a week
And I don't know myself anymore
But the doors to your home are unlocked
And I test them with shame high in my throat
And suddenly
Robes of white
Just like I remember
Encase my form against
The alien brightness
Of your halls

I don't know how to participate
In any other story but this one.
A thousand times now
I've recast myself as the victor
And watched my star tumble comically
Hitting every Pachinko peg
Until it rests, heaving
Shorn of all its luster
Shaky, hesitant
To try the doors