i am like this old house
with creaking memories
instead of rusted hinge doors
haunted by the ghost
of my past
and all these broken windows
into my future.
overgrown untamed grass
makes up my thoughts
containing excess exposure to
sunlight as well as rain,
and some wild weeds
strangling them in the dark.
this house is scary
because of it's present form,
nostalgic from how
it was actually born;
but most of all
it's hopeful, an opportunity
to fill in the holes
of all the curtains torn.
it's echoes of cries and
tears at midnight one
or maybe it reminds you
of the comfort and laughter
in the mid winter sun.
