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