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House

I don’t want to be a prisoner of my past.

I am building my life on the foundation of rock bottom.

My house has windows that look out over the meadows of the future where my children will play.

My house has a front porch painted yellow, where my husband and I will sit and rock in our chairs singing the songs of happier days yet to come.

I am building my house on this solid rock, reaching up to the heavens for guidance.

I will not be a prisoner of things I cannot change.

I am a survivor, I am strong, and I am building my house.

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