Just Show Up

 

A solitary figure 

Stepping through the door,

Footsteps echoing in the vast, empty hallway.

 

The world watches in silence,

A clock ticking in the distance,

Each second heavy with significance.

 

In a room full of ghosts

And unsaid words,

You plant your feet on the creaky floorboards.

 

There is courage in your breath,

Each inhale a rebellion,

Each exhale an act of survival.

 

The chairs whisper stories,

The curtains conceal the past,

Yet, here you are, stark as a naked lightbulb.

 

A subtle defiance,

A shadow crossing the threshold,

Daring the day to begin.