Nothing scares me.
I’ve built my house around those who haunt me.
Brick and mortar rises tall—a keep.
The older I grow, so does my fortress.
Soon, I’ll be left alone to revel in my ghosts in peace.
Soon, I’ll be left alone, where I belong.
Soon, I’ll be happy in spite of mourning.
Soon, I’ll hold them, and be able to feel their weight.
Soon, we’ll throw a party in the house I built.
© Kindra M. Austin