Inside my dreams, I found a house,
a place I came to know,
a dwelling unattended that
the second class called home.
For all those years t'was but a shell,
of grey, decaying wood,
and floors collapsing underfoot,
on each board that I stood.
While wandered the halls one night
I found within that home,
it's heart: a mansion, unsurpassed
in beauty, left alone.
But too afraid to stay, I thought,
it was too grand for me,
so each time that this place appeared,
I turned on heel to leave.
Throughout the years that house has changed,
rebuilt with wings attached,
though new, the halls were blackened by
the ghosts of memories past.
Then one great night, a fire broke out,
in rooms left unprepared,
and all I knew, burnt to the ground,
and I alone was spared.
When I awoke, it was quite clear,
and could not be denied,
this house was me, who lived before,
my heart was what survived.
For all my life I’d seen myself
dismissed and set apart,
I hadn’t seen the grace within
that lived inside my heart.
All poems are copy written and soul property of Vicki Kralapp.