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Building a Dream with Broken Bricks
today is the day
where I no longer feel bitter about the broken home they built for me
because I realize it wasn't broken from the start
though I may have never known days
where the windows were still whole and protected from the cold
perhaps before I came
the doors still had handles
and the cracks in the walls weren't stretching across the ceiling
in this house
a single candle or lit fireplace made all the difference
when warmth came in
instead of cold gusts of wind
I saw the home that I could build for myself someday
where I no longer feel bitter about the broken home they built for me
because I realize it wasn't broken from the start
though I may have never known days
where the windows were still whole and protected from the cold
perhaps before I came
the doors still had handles
and the cracks in the walls weren't stretching across the ceiling
in this house
a single candle or lit fireplace made all the difference
when warmth came in
instead of cold gusts of wind
I saw the home that I could build for myself someday
Published 26th Sep 2019
| Edited 30th Sep 2019
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26th Sep 2019 12:40pm
What the old saying? Home is where the heart is. Well done delanee .
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
26th Sep 2019 2:19pm
Anonymous
- Edited 21st Oct 2019 5:45am
30th Sep 2019 12:53pm
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30th Sep 2019 2:39pm
Thank you very, very much. ;) And yes, that was a typo indeed... thank you for spotting it and letting me know.
Typos will be the end of me someday haha, they make me cringe badly when I make them and don't notice them.
Delanee.
Typos will be the end of me someday haha, they make me cringe badly when I make them and don't notice them.
Delanee.
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