It offered new beginnings
nestled in the shadows of
pines and towering maples-
The sound of a stream
filling the air on that
late summer afternoon
when he promised
things would be different.
She peered inside, a little enclosed porch
bathed in dimming sunlight,
through the window the bookshelves
empty lulling to be filled
Old hardwood floors
in need of a family
to dust away years of neglect
A half finished kitchen
soon to be filled with the smells
of home.
Peeling wallpaper,
uneasy on the eyes
replaced by colors of
sea and sand
Promises
waiting to be kept-
Only to broken
by rage and illness
once again, the family shattered
by the lies of " love".
She sits alone
surrounded by all that
would never be enough for him
Seeking solace in the emptiness
still hearing the distant echo
of the life which leaves her bleeding.
.
He sits alone
body broken
spirit fading
by all the lies
he left behind.
Yes, it takes much more than a house to make a home. This is a sad commentary on many relationships
ReplyDeleteLies are dangerous. Lies we convince ourselves are 'in love' all the more. Eventually they catch up to us though. And unfortunately they usually bring collateral damage as well.
ReplyDeleteAh.. if only the peace of nature and the simplicity found in the flowing streams of the forest.. can be as smooth in humans.. but storms do brew.. and rage too.. in dark of thunder pages.. from the books of life..:)
ReplyDeleteThe emptiness one has when separating or is separating because of...once the promise is broken, it's hard to rebuild it , much less a home.
ReplyDeleteLies break down both the liar and the one that's lied to...
ReplyDeletehow sad - really you capture the hopelessness and grief so well
ReplyDelete" Promises
ReplyDeletewaiting to be kept-
Only to broken
by rage and illness
once again, the family shattered
by the lies of " love".
"
Lisa, this is the most beautiful part of poem - to me.