I am the House

How dark is my shadow

How deep is my sigh

Am I willing to sit in it

Without asking why?

Will I let myself feel

Whatever comes up

Or will I change the channel

To more comfortable stuff?

What’s in there. I’m scared.

My mind wants to know.

Don’t push. Relax.

Drop in. Let if flow.

I am the living room

I am the kitchen

I am the basement, the closets,

The new addition.

I am the house

From before my birth

Playing hide and seek

The prize is my worth.

 

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