Monsters Past

Dark, cold, grey

There is beauty in the rain.

Each creaking sound,

A deep breath.

There's no fear, just excitement,

To see what has been hiding.

Not a clue, where to go,

Inside this old, chilly, house.

The rain outside a sweet reminder,

Of the fear these walls have kept.

Of a past I don't want back,

The screams, the tears, the blood.

No MORE!

Now, it's just a memory,

Of olden times, dark moments,

Stolen childhood, empty, broken.

Now I open the same door, fire crackling in the back,

Children laughing, trick or treating.

Smells of candy, rain and wind,

But no longer monsters hidden,

Behind these same old doors.