Château Digest
Preservation
Poem to the Rooms That Hold Us Back and Let Us Go
I once stood in a blue room that smelled of lavender and chalk.
It had not been touched in thirty years.
And yet…
it had touched every person who had passed by its closed door.
I’ve come to believe that some rooms hold us back—
not out of cruelty, but longing.
Others let us go, even when we are not ready.
When we inherit a place, we inherit its choices.
Which door remained closed.
Which window faced morning.
Restoration isn’t just about fixing.
It’s about forgiving.
Even the walls want to be remembered with grace.
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