We picked a house, no wait
He chose. I never
felt that house
As a home, the energy wasn’t right
If I had known the unhappiness that would
Be raised in that house
I might have spoken up, said no
That house had creaky floors and
Walls that yelled, empty rooms only filled
With furniture after much dissension and demoralizing
Why was my wusband so difficult, disgruntled
Not an easy-going kind of guy, but rough and righteous
All that voice raising, hair raising… for what
Once I remembered saying, telling him that he only seemed
Happy, after he saw each of us cry
In the same day
Twisted, power, control and then?
Good-bye, but darkness had been painted into the rooms
The unhappiness waxed into the wood floors
No matter how widely I opened
The doors, gloom seemed permanently destined
To live in that house
So, I left. Stopped
procrastinating
No longer held by confining spaces and
A dispirited man
Now, now, now I know that
My serenity is in my hands
In my heart
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