October 7th

A Poem from Adolesence

Each day I pass, on my way to school, two contrasting houses.

2015-10-12-10-00-10The first is light.
The windows are open.
There’s nothing where once was a door.

The second’s shut tight.
It’s dark and foreboding.
It looks like it’s ready for war.

Curtains pulled tight.
Not a slight crack of light.
The dark house is all about hoarding.

In the other folks share.
They help and they care.
Each action itself is rewarding.

As I take my studies I think of these houses
and know in which one I’ll live.

Not the dark shuttered palace filled with bile and malice
but in the place everyone gives.