My Safe Haven

This house evolved and changed me,

and I have changed it too.

From vacant rooms with boxes,

broken heart consumed with gloom.

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I came upon this dwelling,

a safe harbor from my storms.

It offered needed separation,

and four walls to keep me warm.

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It’s heart like mine, showed all the signs,

it once belonged to someone else.

It bore the colors of another,

wore their dust upon its shelves.

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I too was cold and bitter,

wearing pain like chipped up paint.

No room for any real feels,

needing too, to be maintained.

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The floorboards creaked like moaning,

mocking my sobs and tears.

We both had been discarded,

for something better, with fewer years.

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It took some time to realize

some late hours, becoming friends.

A little paint and TLC,

went a long way, recovering from life’s events

An adaptation had begun,

to the house and in my chest.

I would soon know the woman,

deep inside, that’d been repressed.

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A new ceiling, and some confidence

was beginning to renew.

This little house and dweller,

from the former ones they knew.

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This woman with perseverance,

a tiny house and heart, once never enough.

Together they discarded,

all the negativity and stuff.

That held them back from shining,

showing off their curb appeal.

Letting go of others falseness,

finally revealing what was real.

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Now this cozy little house shows off,

its walls full of peace and charm.

Protecting all who stay there,

from every form of harm.

Now beautifully adorned with flowers,

to top the cake with icing.

Proof that grace and strength rewards,

ones bold enough to keep fighting.