Hearts have been beaten
Trodden to the core
Fragmented and sodden in the pressing downpour
Cracked open as a hatchet strikes door
That's one way to let the sunlight in
The walls are bare but the sun enters the room
The shadow cast from what once thought filled the occupying lair
Now the contrast is obvious and the vision aware
Though without the break would we be
Without the contrast would we see
Would we need to
The home would still be the shelter but would we walk around with our eyes closed forever bumping into things
Blaming the surroundings for how we have let ourselves live
The opposition could be viewed as a gift
The awakening to our own being
The mending through the seeing, the feeling, the believing, the deceiving
The door doesn't need a replacement
The living room just needs some internal consideration
To furnish the home with love
Own hearts decoration