My heart is a home
Not a vacation spot,
A beach house,
Or a day trip.
So don’t step through the threshold
unless you are willing to pay a lifetime of mortgage,
manage the creaking floors
And handle all of the broken little parts.
My door is closed to visitors.
My door is closed to thieves with their facades glowing in dim moonlight.
Understand.
My locks have been damaged,
curtains torn.
Please understand.
I am tired.

I used to hide from the night
because I believed it was alive.

A shift-shaper of my deepest fears.

I used to hide from the night
because (to me) darkness was just visual silence,
and I hated silence.

In silence, all I had was my mind.
In darkness, all I had was my mind.

I used to hide from the night.
Until I learned we were one.

I am mysterious, made of stars, powerful.
Like silence, I hold secrets, fear, ideas, potential.

I am the stars that pierce the darkness,
A roar of thunder that breaks the silence.
And I am not afraid.