Welcome to my home, where
The foundation of my house is strength,
The walls are painted with a thick coat of perfection,
Comfort is my source of light,
Grace spills out of intricate vases,
The refrigerator is stocked with love, commitment, and loyalty,
Financial stability is boiling on the stove,
A photograph of trust hangs up on the wall.
Beneath the floorboards is a flight of stairs
leading to the cellar below. Please watch your step.
Down here,
The air is damp with disappointment,
Rusty old shelves line the walls of despair,
The shelves are stocked with labeled jars of
Tears i haven't cried,
Pieces of a broken heart,
Clouds of regret,
Pages of words I haven't spoken,
An empty jar of loneliness,
Pins of pain,
and so much more.
Each jar is tightly sealed.
Some are damaged,
Some are broken.
Few people have handled them,
and some remain completely untouched.
Welcome to my home. Please watch your step.