In This House Poem by nicola burkett

In this house the clocks stand still
A young Miss Haversham sits on a sill
Awash with numbness, fear and pain
Her heart as cold as winters rain
Alone and helpless, trapped in a nightmare
Too tired to fight, too tired to care
Gracefully poised in a dark forgotten place
No emotion to show upon an expressionless face
Forced to be quiet, forced to not speak
For punishment stings upon her cheek
Unable to be who she is deep inside
Rules of the house to be heard and abide
The air is thick and hard to take
She chokes, she hopes the spell will break
To one day walk tall out that door
Never to look back or cry no more