My Time at the Castle In-between
I've learned that dancing with ghosts and phantoms only leads to wanting.
They begged me to stay in the inbetweens.
I was no longer that innocent child I once was, but not quite ready to take on the world like I've been told I must do.
So I walked the haunted halls of "could haves" and "what ifs" trying to plan for all that lay behind the heavy doors of growing up that loom at the exit of this place.
I've lost track of how long I've stayed here, this castle built on the fence, but I've started to feel restless
I have begun to notice with each passing day how each dance has become shorter.
I no longer see monsters at the windows, just the beauty of twisted tree limbs for birds to perch upon and sing.
The "what ifs'" bring more excitement than fear like before and the door no longer looks quite as fearsome as I remember.
In fact as I study it a bit more, I fear if I don't leave soon I will have grown far too big to fit through it.
So like many who have tested here before me, I pack my bag with select childhood dreams and wishes along with the lessons and hope I have gained form my time here.
I push open the thick oak doors and welcome the new world In front of me.