From a Home
I've seen more than I can ever speak.
I've seen births and deaths of countless souls.
I hold memories within my walls from Mary's toy car she shoved
in my plaster to the broken crown molding where Jack hit me.
I stand tall with quiet anticipation of the next set of memories
but years go by and I remain abandoned.
Will I be fated to exist without fun filled days of
children playing hide and go seek.
Will I never again feel the craftsmen scratch my itch or mend my wounds.
Will my walls remain bare and tattered never to be tended.
Oh to breath in the life force of laughter once again.
To feel pride in their blind determination when they repair me.
But no; here I sit empty; alone. Doomed due to bureaucracy. Â
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Comments
We all go through times like this. I always say the longer the wait the bigger the surprise.
Very good.
D. this is written in the view of a house.........how a house feels being empty...........don't worry I'm not going through anything......i have a good home............thank you, though, both of you D and Carolyn
Lol I thought the house was a metaphor of yourself, I'm glad your good.
Brilliant, Jamie, the house I spent my childhood I always saw as an entity in of itself; so I can relate to this vision, strange how these man made structures seem to take on a life of their own, but we do invest so much of our time and resources into them; and they hold memories....this write is creative, smart and so well put together, love your work...cheers Â
Thank you Christopher, I wrote this because so many people are homeless and so many homes are empty........for every homeless there are 6 empty homes.........if there is anything I feel people should fight it is money being put over people.........how can we love our neighbor if no one can afford to be our neighbor?