An Empty House

A Quiet Refuge

In the stillness of an empty house,

Where shadows dance and creak,

The walls hold whispers of the past,

A solitude I seek.

The clock ticks soft, a steady hum,

Its rhythm calms my soul.

No voices call, no footsteps fall,

I’m free to feel whole.

Echoes of Self

The rooms feel vast, yet cradle me,

A space to think, to dream.

The mirror shows a quiet truth,

Not all is what it seems.

I wander through my thoughts alone,

Each corner holds a spark.

In silence, I reclaim my peace,

And light within the dark.

The Weight of Solitude

Yet sometimes walls feel cold, too wide,

The quiet grows too deep.

A longing stirs for warmth, for sound,

For memories to keep.

But in this home, alone I stand,

Embracing all I am.

The stillness weaves a fragile strength,

A calm within the clam.

Reclaiming the Night

The stars outside my window gleam,

They whisper, “You’re enough.”

This house, my heart, my sacred space,

Endures through life’s rebuff.

Alone at home, I find my way,

Through silence, I am free.

In every breath, I claim my truth,

This home belongs to me.

Key Points:

Solitude as Sanctuary: The poem portrays being alone at home as a space for self-reflection and peace.

Duality of Silence: It explores both the comfort and occasional heaviness of solitude.

Personal Empowerment: Emphasizes finding strength and identity in quiet moments.

Imagery of Home: Uses the house as a metaphor for the self, with rooms representing inner thoughts