The Room

Come in, come in, step inside 

I’ve been trapped in here for ages

It took me years to figure out how to make the door

Not that I’ve been alone

But we’ll get to that part yet

All I can say is, watch your toes

For sharp objects litter the ground

I’ve learned to treat the wounds but even still

Look after yourself, alright?

I’d hate to see you fall

And cut yourself to ribbons

Do you like what I’ve done with the place?

I know it’s dark inside

But I’ve worked so hard to string up the lights

As few as there may be

But it’s enough to illuminate the space, don’t you think?

You can see them in here, can’t you?

Don’t mind them, for we’ll get there yet

All I can say is this place is filled with ghosts

Incorperal and intangible

But as real as they are not

I hope with time you’ll see them as I do

Now if you look out the windows

You’ll see the world as I see it

And it’s warm and vibrant, isn’t it?

But just like these lights inside

I fought hard for that right

Really, I’m still fighting

Don’t let the stillness now fool you

In here, it gets quite lively

I’ll try my best to explain it

While holding to the truth of what happened

The loneliness, depression, and confusion

The loss and grief and passion

That I hope, one day, will lead to silence

And so, we’ll begin with a prelude

The past that haunts me so

A girl who doesn’t know what to do

Kept company by our first batch of ghosts

After that, we’ll reach the present

The body, the movements

Where the cards fall and the dominoes crash

But no longer will there be a mask

We’ll end looking ahead, a coda

At what the future holds

At the quiet and peace I crave

A place where I’m told I can be bold

All that being said,

I welcome you to the room

The place in my mind that I found

And now, without further ado

A cacophony without sound