Page 12 - A Qualified Acceptance of Sorrow

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In the dream,

echoing rooms lie beyond the liminal space

where you now stand,
before you Escheresque corridors ascend,

descend;

hints of possibility,
permutations of loss.

You cannot recall the one-time presence,

only the spatial deception,

the freedom of this place.
You wake,

marvel at the dream,

at its decades-long absence,

and its lingering return.
You fled the house

where others constructed you of shattered glass

and shadow.

Everywhere you went
you breathed permission,

shouted resistance,

struggled to be inviolate.

You return,
you’re hypnotically susceptible,

less you,

more the one they’ve designed.

Even after the deed is transferred,

you will never be you.