I lived in a house made of shadows,
Where walls whispered lies in the dark.
The floors creaked with the weight of control,
And the air carried a chill that sank deep in my heart.
The windows were painted to block out the sun,
So I forgot how the light used to feel.
The locks turned not to keep danger out,
But to ensure I couldn’t heal.
The roof was low, pressing me down,
Every breath was a fight to take.
The doors would slam when I tried to leave,
And the walls would threaten to break.
The house told me I needed it,
That the world outside wasn’t kind.
It said my strength was an illusion,
And my freedom was only in my mind.
But I found a crack in the foundation,
A sliver of hope shining through.
The shadows hissed and clung to my feet,
But I knew I had to move.
I broke free from that haunted place,
Left the darkness clawing behind.
I ran toward the light, to the open sky,
And reclaimed what was always mine.
Now I build a house of my own design,
Where sunlight spills across the floor.
The walls hold no secrets, only love,
And the locks are there to keep me secure.
The house of shadows is far away,
A ruin in the back of my mind.
But I survived, I escaped, I’m alive—
And the light, it was worth the climb.