Where I'm From

by JakOvsumTrade

You shouldn't hide skeletons in your closet. They always get out.

Where I'm From

I'm from the blandness and the bleakness,

From the empty and the void.

I'm from the halls and rooms,

cold and echoing,

a withering wind wafts through.

I'm from the hills with eyes,

From the walls with ears.

I'm from the ravens and the crows,

perched in bare trees,

and black as midnight.

I'm from the fires and still warm ashes,

From the fresh blood and new bruises.

I'm from the alleys and the backstreets,

deserted and unused,

safe havens of shadows.

But I don't want the darkness and the despair,

Or the misery and the pain.

I want the laughter and the joy,

boisterous and not perfect,

but that's alright with me.

Too long I was with my flame and my void,

Too long I spent cowering in corners.

But I won't share a space with corpses anymore.

I won't try to get rid of the skeletons in my closet,

No, that would take too long.

Instead, I'll teach them to dance.