There's layers
upon layers
of foundation
in my poems
that create
houses upon houses
for a girl who longs
to find home.
Each word
is a brick
that builds
and builds,
leaving onlookers
in awe
at the site
before them.
Each metaphor is
the cement
that holds
my words
together.
The door,
once shut,
is now open
for anyone wanting
to come inside.
And my emotions
are the roof
of these houses,
sitting atop
each and every poem
and making
each house a home
for different parts
of my soul.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
There's layers
upon layers
of foundation
in my poems
that create
houses upon houses
for a girl who longs
to find home.
Each word
is a brick
that builds
and builds,
leaving onlookers
in awe
at the site
before them.
Each metaphor is
the cement
that holds
my words
together.
The door,
once shut,
is now open
for anyone wanting
to come inside.
And my emotions
are the roof
of these houses,
sitting atop
each and every poem
and making
each house a home
for different parts
of my soul.
