If You Were a House


If you were a house
I’d point out your
broken shutters

And you’d call me petty
Only focusing on embellishments
and missing what’s inside

You have forgotten,
I’ve been inside…
have seen all your rooms.

I existed among the dust,
the cobwebs, and the
smudged windows.

I accepted it all
as a young child accepts
licorice- unaware chocolate hides
in the top of the tall cabinet.

The broken shutters are not
embellishments, they are a
reflection… of the you I know.


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