The House That Remembered the Lake

Let me pass through the house that remembered the lake. Let me cross what the mirror refused to break. If my shadow is mine, let it stand in the flame. If my heart is a door, let it answer its name. I was not lost. I was not saved. I was only becoming the path that I made. I carried my reflection like a debt. I carried my childhood like a key. At the threshold, both became too heavy to be me. Let me pass through the house that remembered the lake. Let me cross what the mirror refused to break. If my shadow is mine, let it walk through the flame. If my soul is a door, let it open by name. The lake grew quiet. The lanterns dimmed. The house looked back and I entered in.