Not sure how I got here
to this unfamiliar place,
to this house with rooms once empty
with no color, with no grace;
With windows boarded over
as if bracing for a storm
and doors locked so securely
hinges rusted and deformed.

Not sure how I got here
or even if I’ll stay,
there is a candle’s flicker
and it’s scaring me away.
I’m just not used to living
in a house that has no walls,
in rooms not closed off to the world
with long and winding halls.

Not sure how I got here
and I’m startled now to find
my fortress may be crumbling
and no longer solely mine
for if that candle’s flicker
turns into a shaft of light
the door may open one last time
and put an end to night.