The house has gone
that box that grew me wrong
is now
the storage for another's lot
and may the crate be good to them
Let them bring
it love and further, turn
the pile into a home,
to fold the walls around themselves
be welcome in their sanctuary.
God knows
the place deserves it..
but open doors
and windows first,
to set the spirits free,
For I wish you not
the likes of mine
that cowered
in its secrecy
a house is not always a home-I hope it now becomes one