Leave behind the haunted house
You have built around yourself
Full of funhouse mirrors
For no reason, and so many
Creepy noises, creaky doors
and squeaky floorboards.
I can tell
You’re waiting for the screams,
The gunshot slap, the sobbing,
To come back at any moment.
Stop,
Let your shoulders loose,
Let your belly breathe.
Let your feet fall when you walk,
Lift yourself tall when you talk.
You can speak at full volume.
You can leave your door unlocked.
You can call or text whenever
You might feel like hanging out.
You can even bring your ghosts.
