This house is where I grew up.
Waited in vain for sanity
This house sheltered me in Winter
was a prison in Summer.
This house has seen the impact
of seven struggling, anguished lives.
This house has felt, absorbed, emotions
spewed like lava.
This house is the symbol of dreams:
This house crumbles as I sit here
and I must let it for I
no longer believe I can (or must) rescue all.
This house is a way-station, a place
to catch my breath, sit quiet
and listen for what is next.
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