The Architecture of Wounds:

I build rooms around

wounds.

The walls painted with

emotions, decorated

with memories

that hold the past like

a picture in a frame.

I’ve built so many rooms

that my wounds have become

a home.

Like a haunted house that

speaks

of its own antiquity.

History lives in every

room and sometimes,

the ghosts 

wander into other rooms

where

they press on a wound—

bringing it back to life.

A place where doors open

and

close on their own.

I can hear them all,

supplicating

from a place where distance 

has no gaps.