
through multi-colored glass
down simple carpet floors
white walls turn brass
tears transform into doors
shadow trees grow there
lightening flowers do too
whispers come for repair
howling monsters to spew
creaking boards hold ache
light bulbs illuminate pain
rafters rattle and shake
trauma flows like rain
lose yourself, my child
within safe caring walls
connect with inner wild
listen to phoenix’s calls
for inside healing house
nothing stays for long
come in quiet mouse
leave brave lion strong
*This poem was inspired by a comment left on my blog by Grounded African and is dedicated to everyone attempting to enter a building like this to heal and connect in therapy, especially my darling daughter. May you find your way through the dark.