A Home of Three Walls
A home is often safer when consisting of less
Picture a home
four walls
a roof.
A door which opens and closes, regularly,
never regular enough to feel a breeze.
Though enough to understand the chill lingering outside.
Picture people walking out that front door,
is that home still a home?
When I picture a home, although only for a brief while,
it consisted of three walls
a roof and a door.
One wall left, through that front door, exposing us to that chill.
Feeling the grief of seasonal change,
we welcome the chill
as
the fourth wall had rot you see.
Asbestos ridden and ready to crumble at any moment.
Our house was large in posture, standing tall and grand. Famously static, rich in status.
What would it mean to have only three walls?
Would we submiss to the elements.
Instead the three walls agreed.
If they were to sacrifice a small portion of each wall,
trade status for humbled similarity.
Exchange extravagance for four walls,
smaller in posture
though,
fuller in substance,
Would they still be a home?
No longer mongering rot or a fear of the cold,
the home stood strong.
Built from the bones of the house with three walls.
About the Creator
Avalon Daffodil
I have barely read, have not listened to many.
Though am inspired enormously.
I begin by living, then find artistry in things that I resonate with.
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