I am home!

The day I was told about it,
It was tough.
Full of denial.
A day with the loudest sound of silence
Louder than the inner monsters in darkest nights,
Where the moon refused to glow
And
The light refused to ignite.
Feeling of a crawl,
Through the knees,
Ripping the ribs,
Molding it to iron,
Like shackles
Caging my soul
And
Puffing my mouth
With sheer cry
For help
Like a piece of music to deafen ears.
My house is guarded by the pain,
Hold thy sorrow,
Like an empty vessel holds the rain.
Fizzling at things
That should not matter
Seems like the milk boiling
Off the kettle.
What about this
The tailor-made sadness
Like mom’s red woolen sweater from winters of 2010.
Knitted by entangled thoughts
Like a refuge
Last one
To the therapist
My therapist
Stabbing me slowly
Hitting it where it hurts
Like a plead to the rain,
Take me away
And
Tell the healing, I am finally home.