Saturday, January 29, 2011

Mortgage Crisis

Mortgage crisis

When I walked inside
I cried
Like arms I was contained
And in exchange
I put a roof on it
To keep out rain
Gave it all of what I’d earned
By making worlds
with words
We keep each other warm and dry
It is my earth and sky
A thing
But one that holds me while I dream
brings me flowers in the spring

It costs me everything
And though I hope within its arms to lay
Me down
Someday
I may
Be forced to walk away

2 comments:

  1. "By making worlds/ with words" - love it.

    (Money is the worst.)

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  2. So many suffer thus. I feel the unfairness of it all; trust me, I am right there with you.
    xoxo

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