Tug Of War

This place decked from end to end to look and feel cozy. This place is supposed to be our own little sanctuary of peace. It wears its disguise well. It is inviting and comfortable. No matter how far you stray no matter how unfamiliar; it will feel like home to anybody. But it's a lie.

This is the war grounds.

Prepare for battle.

You'd never guess the gallons of dried tears that lay secretly into the fabrics of the furniture and bedding. Never know the rest laid in silence on possibly every surface of this "sanctuary".

No matter how beautiful, this place carries sad underneath it all. It has watched love die and be rekindled, just to die again. Has felt knees of defeat upon its floors. Heard the lonely wails of a woman often left behind when all she wanted was a warm body next to her. Smelled home cooked meals, lit floral candles, and the sweetness of love being made.

The walls have soaked up one hearts journey through heartbreak little cracks at a time. There she paces front to back trying to find the pieces shattered to mend. Chasing the man who runs her down into the tile simply for the sake of love.. But also just to run.

Sunlight shines through the windows illuminating a body writhing in sadness and empty aching. Its rocks of sobs a plea of its yearning for love to be safe and rewarding. And when the sun sets; darkness flooding inside, there is still somehow a light so bright seeping from the cracks of the broken heart.

She shines.

Beyond his doubt.

Beyond her own.

Beyond the people who know her.

Beyond the people who don't.

Beyond the people who want to know her.

Beyond the people who won't.