I Am Back Poem by Sebastian Soberania

I am back
to open a closed door
to begin anew
starting with the stairs and the floor
of an old house
where memories are stored like
dusts and
spider webs of some tales
still untold.

There are so many things to do.
Dry leaves pile upon pile
and Trees are making the space smaller
and this place darker still.

I will be the light and the air.
Some have to be cut and taken away
Either into fire or into the garbage pit
of this unkind city.

I am back into this silence.
So much to think, to dig, and to bury.