Fractured lofts in the house,
Makes me perturbed when I glance up above.
Light seeps in every now and then,
Through the crevices as the day begins and ends.
Scary as it might seem,
To face the desolation beneath,
Objectifying the darkness as a monster,
A behemoth that seems to taunt, daunt and haunt forever.
Crippled by the fear of the unknown,
Ushered by the anxiety of the known,
Murkiness constricting my airway,
And ultimatums clenching my lungs, without say,
I wonder if the cynical world,
Has creaky attics of their own, unsaid.
I try hard to climb atop the loft,
While my thoughts yell at me to hinder, to stop.
My heart pounds brooding over what I’d see,
My hands are numb, while I fumble for the switch.
I look above, and I see shadows hover over the crevices.
I shudder and fumble harder.
I finally manage to find the switch,
And the light soaks me in.
There wasn’t a monster above after all,
They were just my aspirations that I’d feared to reach for,
Scary as they still were,
Nothing but fear of being let down, they were.
The cracks in the attic, were just a plea,
For my thoughts and dreams to be let free.
For, it’s impossible to be unfettered,
If you crumble and succumb to the fright,
Sometimes, fortitude lies in a simple act of turning on the light!