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Jan 2021 · 166
Hands
Eliza Housman Jan 2021
There is a door
between you and me
I long to open wide

But hands grab me
pull my hair
keeping me inside

I've learned to live with them
they tend to loosen
when I'm far from that door

But when I'm lonely
or reminded of my longing
that reaches to my core

the hands live there too
they drag me away
and shackle me to the wall

Every time I inch closer
they tug and pull
consuming me when I fall
Dec 2020 · 135
Covid
Eliza Housman Dec 2020
So much to do,
so little time
so many things
to get off my mind

Time management
is not my friend
'I have to watch the kids,
I can't do it now'

Covid *****!
It ruins everything!
All hail covid!
To you, I bow.

You ruiner of lives
you sucker of souls
we deliver every wish
knowing we'll pay the toll

families go broke
children go hungry
how dare this thing
starve our country

We need to save lives
but all the way
save us from this
sick, poverty-stricken display.
Nov 2020 · 132
Insecure
Eliza Housman Nov 2020
Let me tell you
Who I am
I’ll let you take a peek

Into my heart
Into my soul
Though it may leave me weak

I’m misshapen
I’m weary
I don’t know who I am

What the hell
Is wrong with me?
I’m not trying the best I can

To change myself is quite the chore
Who I love
Who I trust
And who do I adore?

Do you see
My awful scars
and insecurities?

I’m told I’m awkward
And overweight
That’s enough of an answer for me.
I wrote this a while ago (This is not how I feel now)
Nov 2020 · 122
Brother
Eliza Housman Nov 2020
When no one was there
To call me “best friend”
When the world was all askew

You stood by me
And held my hand
All the way through

So I write this
With tears in my eyes
Because I left you there

In a land
Of filth and hate
In the middle of nowhere

I love you brother
Don’t ever forget
And I hope you understand

Because you are the only one
I can truly call my friend
Nov 2020 · 111
Splintered House
Eliza Housman Nov 2020
Welcome to my house
I hope you find it well
I hope that you will feel
It’s a lovely place to dwell

Just don’t peer too long
Into the foggy windows
And don’t go in the attic
Or search for hidden vows

I try my best to polish
The worn and splintered wood
But I can’t hide the rot
Though I thought I could

Maybe you can try
Though I shouldn’t ask
Just enjoy your stay
And don’t look past the mask

Many have tried
To fix my broken house
They came and made it sparkle
But left more termites aroused

The heart is most confusing;
It’s cold then hot in a minute
I beg you, don’t try fixing it
People try then only wreck it

Please find my house comforting
Don’t wander too far
Don’t look too close
Don’t mess with my heart
Enjoy the polish and paint
Please like my splintered house

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