Thoughts of Self creep in. Self-centeredness settles. Unpacks.
Making itself at home, Worry moves down each hall.
Doubt chooses its room.
Negativity finds a cozy nook.
The twins, Sadness and Despair, play in the backyard.
I do not recall answering the door. Did I? An open window, perhaps.
I stumble over boxes, furniture. Piles of soiled clothes, dishes in the sink.
Disrupts my organization. Consumes my thoughts. My life.
I cannot find my things. I barely remember the times that Quiet and I
spent together, alone by the fire. Quiet is now gone. She left with Peace.
Love packed and left in the night, as I slept.
Resentment and Bitterness taunt me. They want to play.
I am helpless. I feel alone in a crowded house.
Then, I remember. They did not move in uninvited.
I gave them the keys. I let them in.
Now, they are no longer welcome. One by one, they leave, dejected. Rejected.
I cry out for Quiet and Peace. They hear me. They did not go far.
Love also waited for my call, and returned.
I return their keys, keys to my home. My heart. My life.