the house felt empty, cold.
yet familiar and safe.
my favourite place to be
despite the chilly air.
my fingers may be blue
but my heart was warm and strong.
I breathed out shaky air,
this house I call home.
where the sun shines
it's rays of light through the windows
and lightens the rooms.
where my soul is free.
where darkness covers us
in layers of pitch black protection.
this is my sacred place,
whose walls I refuse to leave.
he has been there for me,
through my loss, sadness and growth.
my shelter when I'm lonely.
a home where I'm waiting,
anticipating the arrival of loved ones.
these stairs I can climb, eyes closed.
know every creak.
this house is my home.
a retreat when
I'm exhausted of society
and people, tedious people.
this is my haven,
where I am untouchable,
invincible.
in this castle of mine.
YOU ARE READING
weightless
Poetrylate night thoughts and evening hopes, bottled emotions that I'm too afraid to show. compilation of poetry. [lowercase intended]
