#WritcoPoemChallenge
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house
A haven of hope.
A haven of dreams.
A haven for children.
As I stood and looked at the house,
It seemed so lonely and quiet now.
The windows were open and bathed in dust.
The hinges on the massive gates were all rusted.
This was the gate that held little children captives.
Suddenly I heard the voices of children.
Voices of innocent children playing like from afar.
They played like they had no cares or worries in the world.
But I heard a voice,
A very distinct and familiar voice.
She was laughing.
Telling her dreams to the other children.
She believed in dreams.
She believed in life.
This was ME.
I remember the joy and the pains this lonely house has brought.
Pains so vivid tears started running down my cheeks.
I remember countless times
I have been abused.
Countless times I have been assaulted.
countless times I have wanted to run away from this house.
I dried the tears from my eyes and smiled.
It was a bitter sweet smile.
This old house lost in time,
This old house now so lonely,
Held so many memories for me.
As I walked away from the house,
I decided to take only the good memories with me.
Because this old House,
lost in time
And weaved with so many memories,
Made me the woman I am today.
A Survivor.
Sifiala