Like An Abandoned House

Like an abandoned house in dire need of care, it stands amid the tangled weeds which hide from it an open, brighter view. The boarded windows keep inside what's in and out what's out, like eyes and ears shut tight; The only passage is the rigid door which bears deep wounds from angry winds and rain that lash and pound to leave huge splintered gaps. And all around the rotted shingles show decay from sad neglect of timely care. These signs of death negate the days when once it harbored life, and light shone from within. Let's cut the weeds which block the broader view; expose the rolling hills and valleys too. Take down the boards; leave open windows free to breathe each season's air, and clear the dank and static haze. Let's mend the weathered door with stronger wood, impervious to wind and rain. But let it swing both in and out to stabilize the hinges' stress and strain. Let's tend to rotted shingles, and replace them one by one to build a brand new look. Let's make the time to care, renew, and then... let's live...and let the light shine once again. Sandra M. Haight ~1st Place~ Premiere Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 13 Sponsor: Mark Toney Judged: 01/30/2019 ~2nd Place~ Contest: Screwed IX Sponsor: Rob Carmack Judged: 12/24/2015