A Burning House

Sometimes,

You wish

You could go back to 

The burning house

And stop the gas

And stop yourself from lighting the fire.

Sometimes, 

You sleep

On your bed

And wonder how crying ghosts

Find peace in light and in love.

Sometimes, 

You wish

You could go back to the second

When the cup got broken

So you can lie on the ground

And rather watch the house fall on you.

How do girls who get their hearts broken

Find a way to love again? 

They say nature is good at surprising us

With unforeseen circumstances

But how do we live when

There are so many strings

Trying to pull us down?

In all these moments

I go back to the burning house

And instead of running

I watch myself burn in flames.

The Atenist is dedicated to

Those who are still struggling

To find peace in areas 

Where peace is like a drop of water

Struggling to quench a burning house.

The Atenist is for

Those who are broken from within.

J.Y. Frimpong

The Atenist

A burning House