Romanesque Poem by AnnaLeigh Jones

I know that you have been hiding yourself
In a dark room, disguised
As a Romanesque Cathedral
Hidden, yet obvious to itinerant eyes.

Beautiful, Tall, Strong, Lasting
Or, from outside, so you seem.
But I dare all wanderers to walk inside,
See the castle of victims, Redeemed

So dark it is inside, so cold,
Narrow windows allow faded light.
Only here could silence haunt every corner,
And estrangement become accepted as right.

How can you stage contentment
In a palace so lonely and bleak?
You don’t have to leave your Cathedral of woe,
But stop hiding your sorrow; please speak.