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House
"Home isn’t where you are from, it is where you find light when all grows dark." ~ Pierce Brown I once lived in a happy home, overflowing with love, but when I was given cause to leave, it became a house. I've moved on and so has he. I've found contentment. In a sanctuary I reside, complacent without a spouse. I'm not hiding away as a recluse would from the world, nor do I flounder in an ocean of tears, fearing to drown. I never complain of being alone, nor am I ever lonely. My once-upon-a-time home is gone; Camelot fell down. In my new home, I feel protected from Cupid's arrows. No longer am I a target for the imp's misguided dart The last one left a scar that thoughts keep from healing. Since I've moved, I've stitched the open slits in my heart. Walls keep intruders out, but I don't live in seclusion. I have many friends, so don't ever think of me as 'glum.' My house is a haven where only the invited come inside I don't hide my heartstrings, but I choose who can strum. My dwelling is not of brick and mortar, nor cast in stone. I've not become cold natured, heart hardened as a beast, but I will never offer myself again upon a banquet table unless I'm the one who willingly opens my door for a feast. A house can have a hundred rooms, no locks on its doors, plush furniture, Persian rugs on the floor, and fine dishes, but it will never be a happy home to those who live inside unless it's nurtured with love, not with dreams and wishes.
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