The Visitor
The Visitor
In some ways waiting for “all of this” to be over is foolish.
I have never outrun the ghosts of my past before, why should you get to?
It may begin as a stone hitting your window, or the gentle tap, tap, tap of a branch in the wind. It may grow into a sadness that wakes you or steals the comfort of your bed. It may unlock a hunger in you like an infant howling to be fed.
Take cover.
Then rise.
Answer the knocking at your door. Be generous with this new guest. Once you have named it - invite it in. Start a fire. Pour the tea. Become a warm place when your childhood decides to visit you.
