Living in this house

It’s not ready 
to welcome happiness
overloaded with junk
relics of an irrelevant past
ghosting in unseen corners

tiles at the base of cupboards move
they held grandma’s wealth once
I dare not touch it now
for fear of snakes and scorpions
popping out from shady history

I discard the past
done and dusted
give it to a junk dealer
don’t ask for a price
to make space for the new

The only way to live here
Renovate, Repaint 
in colors all my own
let the house smile
to welcome life

Poetics: Outside Looking In