Waiting For The House To Scream

I pray these eggshells 

Will carry my weight

As this road 

I’ve chosen to take

Sitting here 

As in a dream 

Waiting for the house

To scream 

Those brutal hands

The unseen marks

Those whispered threats

Ignite the sparks 

The coffee table

That was never clean 

Waiting for the house

To scream

The key in the latch 

The drunken name 

The bulk of the man 

That filled the frame 

The accusations 

That went unseen 

Waiting for the house

To scream

The tone of voice

As I lived in fear

And how time stopped

When you were near

The broken glass

The shattered dreams

Is it any wonder

That this house screams

But not today

There comes a point

As there often will

When you realise

You need to heal 

And lay aside 

All that you dreamed

It’s time to cleanse 

The house that screamed

With the windows open 

To let in the light

Every room 

Will be clean and bright

Every thought of you

Will be washed away

This house wont be 

Screaming today

For you are not here

To threaten me 

No shadow on the wall 

That I can see 

No key in the latch

As I cowered in fear 

No tone of voice

That I can hear

For you are not here

As the future calls

No longer part of its fabric

No longer within its walls 

And I know that times a healer

And talking can ease the pain

But I know as long as I am here

This house will never scream again