Leaks in the roof

A poem ?

INCOMPLETE

I flee the waves of the night,
As one flees a wounded, ferocious animal.

The sound of its footsteps terrifies me.

I learned to avoid them
By running before I had even learned to walk.

“Run, run,
Don’t look it in the eyes.”

I ignored its tears,
Mistaking them for the rain
I was always taught to avoid.

But who would want to arrive soaking wet
At society’s ball?

INCOMPLETE

For wasn’t the rain I kept running from
The only thing that could show me
The leaks in the roof of my own home?

---

Note for The Room

Thank you for reading. Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments. I always enjoy reading them and joining the conversation.

I’d also like to ask for your support. Consider becoming a paid subscriber to receive each Monthly Clarity Guide as part of your subscription.

And if you’d like to see what that means before making that choice, this month’s guide is yours for free on Gumroad. Consider it a gesture of good faith—and a better way to show you what you’ll receive each month than words alone.

Thank you. Your support is deeply appreciated.

With Clarity,
Odel A.
The Mirror Room