Home

Four walls, a floor
A roof over one’s head
Windows framing a view
Repository of memories
Safety, a haven

 

And yet, it is not

 

Destroyed
A blackened mess of iron
Detritus of life
Fragments only, the whole
Torn asunder

 

And yet, it is not

 

Four chambers, a muscle
A place for courage
Of love, hope, meaning
Repository of memories
Safety, a haven

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