I built this home in silence
Steel beams, a fortitude long built,
Forged by molten anger,
Bricks of betrayal and
A mortar of silver linings—
The fusion between my logic
And the knowledge that such logic
Could not change the pain.
My roof leaks from time to time
And I chase the sun in those pin-prick points
And pray I find salvation.
See the facade and paint and poetry
Are all metaphors and masks
Gyprock plaster over broken bones
Split lips over bleached teeth,
Laughter that echoes in empty chests.
I took the hurt, the anger,
The desperate emptiness
And quietly sketched the blueprints
Over long nights not acquainted with sleep
Until the job was done—
I built a home the wolf would laugh at
And everyone commended the achievement.
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This makes me think of the movie that begins with a Sunday dinner with extended family seated at tables stretching end to end from the kitchen through the dining room & into the living room, which subsequently ends with a couple seated in the living room with tray tables in front of the tv. But for the life of me I can't remember the name of the movie. We've gone from the extended family with deep roots in the community to isolated transience, all within my lifetime. I get that sense of loss which so many celebrate in this, Obsidian.