
I wake to darkness,
but the house speaks
and I rise.
It’s voice as old
as it’s foundation
speaks of childhood,
of love and death.
Seeing my past
these ghosts laugh
at me as if
I were someone else.
As if I didn’t grow
up here, didn’t laugh,
and love and lose here.
I gained everything
within these walls,
learned,found,lost,
cried, screamed, everything.
And these ghosts, they
haunt me, for that is
their job.
to
haunt.