Room 0909 curse or happiness

You came barefoot.
The floor bit back.
Not with teeth —
but with memories you buried beneath the tile.

You spoke nothing,
and the silence
pulled up a chair
and sat like it had all the time in the world.

This room was not made to heal you.
It never promised hope.
But here’s the twist:
The doors that hate you the most
are the ones that lead you home.

You are still broken,
but no longer apologizing for it.
Your pieces don’t match —
but they are yours.

You walked in as a question.
You leave as a scar.

Your presence was recorded. What will you nurture today?