Houseguests
I believe I detected a thumping knock,
Or did I hear the doorbell ring?
A meek voice followed,
Quivering in fear, pleading to be heard.
Reluctantly, I rose from my spot
To open the door and let the visitor inside.
“Oh, I am so happy,”
The quiet voice cried, showing gratitude.
The next day was peaceful—
No surprises or guests to attend.
My roommate and I made an acquaintance;
He was influential and called himself Fear.
Beside him, my heart pounded.
This couldn’t be a long-term relationship—
Of that, I was certain.
The next morning, as I waited
For that familiar thumping knock,
I realized that, in my time with Fear,
I had left the gates open
And undone all the secure locks.
With a grin on her face before me
Stood that electric, beautiful vision.
Her power was all-consuming and magnetic;
She called herself Miss Confusion.
Immersed in her presence, my heart fluttered,
A million thoughts rushed through my head,
Then stopped with a mouth stutter.
I needed her to take a back seat
While I gathered my thoughts.
Finally, she realized she wasn’t welcome.
As I watched her leave, I felt relief—
Though she had left , she left a lasting mark.
With her, she took my clarity and self-belief.
My soul had been stifled;
Now it was time to let it breathe and just be.
My mind felt cramped, with no room for company.
It was time to think and search for the real me.
With no map in hand, I started on my path,
Braving new roads unsure of where they led.
For it had been a struggle—
All those years I spent
Living my life in my head.