Tread careful, curious one
Upon these dusty floors
It has been an age and more
Since a soul came through this door
And saw my heart undone
Here I used to hide and play
When innocence was my life
And I lived blissful of strife
With classical books so well designed
And music and crochet
Here I used to hide and weep
When the ever-going got hard
And I was first torn apart
I’d sit with the shutters firmly barred
Until emotions were hid deep
Here I died to innocence
And grew to dwell in pain
Here on loving I sustained
And found faith to be all in vain
‘Till all that was left was indifference
Tread lightly, cherished one
Upon this dusty, dirty floor
To this attic there is more
Than those boxes and that drawer
There is more, more than I can outrun
Here I used to come to paint
And my stories illustrate and share
To show this life of despair
Here I lost the ability to care
And sin was upon me as a restraint
Here I wrote about the light
That I longed so much to see
And about the woman I would be
‘Cause someday I knew I’d be free
Of the eternal night
Here I locked my past
Far from all prying hands
For only the right one would understand
Why I had suffered and been so sad
Now, I have met you at last
Tread confident, loved one
Upon these faded wooden floors
Sharing our attics will make us more
Understanding, loving, able to fight the war
The fallen world has given us, ‘till we’ve won
Poetry prompt used: Attic