Tension creaks in the panes of our base
This is a home we haven’t visited in years
We imagine cobwebs that cloud our vision
Yet, we’re curious to revisit and face fears
We enter already spooked by ghosts
Thinking to embrace the life that is no longer
The haunted house isn’t what we thought it was
It feels like a home to which we used to belong
Cobwebs melt into experience
Ghosts materialize into fond memories
Love reawakens and shines bright from within
Strength is signified in every creaking pane
The haunted house isn’t frightening
Ghosts aren’t fearful when we’re open with intention
Love is bright as we remember what has passed
The house stands strong, still a foundation for our soul
Have you ever buried an old issue and been compelled to dig it up for closure? Writing about unseen things for dVerse, I imagined a haunted house representing fears and hardship of revisiting old wounds.
nice metaphor, true, our doubts haunt us, when we excorcise them we live.
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Buried thoughts, worries, memories….like a haunted house and best to be examined, to open the door and explore .. to find the light. Well done.
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Nice line: “Ghosts materialize into fond memories”
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Your metaphor is fresh and unique!
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I love the thoughts of such nice and friendly ghosts… just good memories and cozy cobwebs.
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I find fears are due to imagination, but aren’t as scary as I think.
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