I am leaving this house,
where I once dreamed of a shared life,
shards of future reflecting the light,
telling me "you can do this, yes,
you can."
Somebody left;
the roots were shaken
but the tree still stands.
I am leaving this house,
this refuge, solid ground.
There was only a dark night;
it lasted for two weeks,
and I survived.
I am leaving this house.
(I didn’t sleep for two weeks,
that time, but it’s over now,
I am fine).
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC
I am leaving this house,
where I once dreamed of a shared life,
shards of future reflecting the light,
telling me "you can do this, yes,
you can."
Somebody left;
the roots were shaken
but the tree still stands.
I am leaving this house,
this refuge, solid ground.
There was only a dark night;
it lasted for two weeks,
and I survived.
I am leaving this house.
(I didn’t sleep for two weeks,
that time, but it’s over now,
I am fine).
Houses are emotionally charged places. I am moving to a new room soon and feel happy and sad at the same time - I have lived so much in this house (good and bad). But, hopefully, a new place means a new start and better days to come?