The Final Keeper Poem by Jannat Ahona

Is the truth found in the words we speak, or
In the silence that follows them?
There are ghosts in our blood that have no names
And we will tuck them into the soil like mysteries
In the long shadow where all tremors cease
No maps can find where I began
No eyes can trace the hidden plan
My strength is built on silent pleas
My darkness is the gravity that keeps my feet upon the earth
Without its weight, I would simply float away into the sun
But who am I without my ghosts?
I am the haunted house itself
Without the spirits, I am just empty rooms and rotting wood.
I carry a heavy, unspoken burden, a weight
A flood of words without a gate
I long to spill this aching tide
To just find a soul where I might hide