Grounded by Graveyard

Battered rundown home, filled with antique gems,

Framed wooden tomb, souls trapped inside - condemned.

Nestled in the attic, sifting through carefully preserved heirlooms,

Sickening sensation of trespassing, warning of impending doom.

Our life memories are not hers - in the attic, they will remain,

An intervening gentle soul, respect I promise she will maintain.

Our time has long departed - allow her to uncover our treasures,

I sense her essence connected to our realm - she will take the proper measures.

Reluctant to agree, he could never resist her soothing core,

At that moment, a fog lifted, illuminating a hidden door.

She was free to explore their history, going back over 100 years,

Immersed with initial gratitude, she felt their peaceful presence change to panic, then intense fear.

The cutest bickering couple now screaming caution, please go away,

Our adventures were not always good; we buried secrets - forbidden to ascend - we had to pay!

Sensory supernatural over-stimulation was slowly seeping in,

Knotted stomach, head-spinning, and crawling out of her skin.

Walking to an open field - she focused on the trees,

Straining to find her footing earthbound, honing in on the whistling breeze.

Close to feeling centered, eyes shut, slowing her heart rate down,

Then being jerked rapidly out of focus by a sulking - woeful sound.

A child once lived here - he is separated - stuck outside,

Two worlds - good and evil - are keeping them apart, desiring to collide.

An empathetic human, she can intensely feel but has no sight,

Into the in-between middle that exists of darkness and light.

Understanding her gifts, she needed help to spiritually ground,

Not confident in her abilities, knowing most of what is lost can never be fixed or found.

She spotted an abandoned graveyard - how could she earlier have missed?

Wherein rests good souls she could summon to assist!

As the moon took shift over the lowering sun,

She stood motionless, barely breathing - attempting to do what couldn't be done.

Dizzy and weak, war nurses aided her health,

Armed soldiers rose from their graves to battle with stealth.

As she awoke in the graveyard - slowly opening her eyes,

She saw the boy, hand-in-hand with his grandparents making their way toward the sky!

With a smile, the couple (still bickering) turned around - he said,

My wife was right - your essence is special - our legacy, the family fortune is buried under the bed!