Invaded by strangers,
In the silence of the night,
They crept in without warning,
Casting shadows in the light.
They wore the faces of fear,
And spoke in tongues of doubt,
Their whispers filled the corners,
Of rooms I’d locked them out.
They rummaged through my secrets,
Turned my comfort into cold,
They sifted through my memories,
Made the new feel worn and old.
They broke into my thoughts,
Where my solace used to hide,
Turned hope into a question,
And truth to something snide.
They walked through open doorways,
Without a hint or clue,
They laughed at all my struggles,
Made the familiar feel untrue.
They painted all my mirrors,
With images unknown,
Reflecting back a stranger,
In a face that’s all my own.
They filled my dreams with shadows,
And stole away my sleep,
Turning rest into a riddle,
And my nights to secrets keep.
They sang songs of confusion,
To lull my peace away,
They etched their names in silence,
And begged for me to stay.
I tried to lock them out,
But they always found a key,
They danced upon my weakness,
Fed on insecurities.
I screamed into the darkness,
For the strangers to be gone,
But in the echo of my pleading,
Their presence lingered on.
Then one day, I stood up,
With all the strength I had,
I faced the haunting strangers,
With a voice steady, not sad.
I said, "You are not welcome,
This space is mine to own,
My heart is not your dwelling,
It’s time you found your home."
And in that bold defiance,
The strangers seemed to fade,
The walls they built around me,
Crumbled and decayed.
Now I guard my doors with kindness,
And bar my windows with care,
The strangers no longer linger,
For I know now they were never there.
They were the fears within me,
The doubts that I had sown,
But now I walk in courage,
And this heart is mine alone.