The rooms of this house pulse,
Tight with emotional trauma
A cacophony of screams and sobs
Above the breath of fretful sadness
That tears like little fingers on heartstrings
I close the heavy door behind me,
Swallowing hard against the rising bile,
Stomach dropping as I step forward
What lay behind me a childhood melody
Crescendoing against my eardrums
You are not enough
You will never be enough
A doorway opens, hand outstretched
Beckoning me forward with azure eyes
And a simple offer of companionship
My hesitation staggers my momentum
Echoing the choir of past voices
But I slip my hand into the warmth of his
Breath catching in my throat, a spark
Time flashes forward in a slow blink
Fifteen years unfold a bevvy of imagery
Against the screen of my mind's eye
I am enough.
I have always been enough.
And I am home.
©2023, CL Huth
Never forget that!
Damn straight!