Archive for 'Tree House'

Splintered, scattered, defeated.

It folds in on itself as I pick my way through the bones.

I trust it to hold, enamored with the glint beneath the grime.

Broken, splattered, mistreated.

Leaks of light and color, purge the din.  Hushed hallways, and towers, a maze to explore.

 The dancing spirits and singing phantoms, now silent.

Shattered, crumbling, abandoned.

I wonder at my ability to relate.  How could you give up on something so beautiful?

The mess too much.  The tare too jagged.  The darkness too deep.

I step lightly. Don't wake the ghosts.  I adventure in a jungle of rot and ruin. I will see this with fresh eyes, light bringing life to empty spaces.  Lost things, broken things, fill up my treasure box.  New paint, old paint, bright, crashing into the gloom.  Beauty, in it's own right. A canvas for the revolt. An uprising in the forgotten.  Climbing to a new perch, a new perspective.  Taking awe, in the clutter of life that used to be, a whisper of the past.   I marvel at the elegance preserved that would not be, if lived in.  Decay that allows new growth.  A place to climb, a place to create, a place to  see the world, while not being seen. This is my tree house.

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