I am wandering down the halls of my mind… There are doors I keep wanting to open. The ghosts of experiences that are crying for my attention. I recall them, then I slam them shut. I would rather run, than face them, even one. I built the walls, strong. Never once letting them falter, never once letting them down.
They made me… yet I made myself…
They shaped me… yet I overcame myself
Through loss and gain, my thoughts made me sane.
I played the game… and ever did I change.
First and above all Dad.
L and J, was it me or was it them?
The ground where it burned
The home which was always cold.
I didn’t belong.
I still don’t.
Yet now I’m home, and the ghosts are crying for my attention.
I listen as I write, waiting for what I am trying to say. Yet the thoughts remain the same.
I know what I overcame, yet that which made me is slowly driving me insane…
I know the answer, yet I don’t want to hear…
It is in there, trying to form itself clear…
Is it me?
Please answer my fears…
it is, but its ok