Adventures in Home Making
A cautionary tale...
When you make a home out of someone else…
The foundation will always be faulty
The floorboards will creak, never be flush
As something always bubbles up from the surface
The garden will remain vibrant, lush
Made greener by your envy…
While yours remains unkempt, forgotten, uncared for.
When you make a home out of someone else
You are subject to the whims of your surroundings
The walls stand at the command of your host
The roof can crumble with no warning
Loving embraces become suffocating
The kitchen table weighed heavily under each day’s uncertainty
Meals seasoned with sprinkles of sadness,
ample servings of anxiety, and dashes of doubt
Your balance grows askew,
Surefootedness is a luxury that one cannot afford
Once hardwood floors are replaced by eggshells.
When you make a home out of someone else
It will never be yours…
Your good deeds are not the legally binding type that transfer ownership
You are unhoused, untethered…
A leaf in the wind, subject to the whims of another.
You are merely renting.
Investing in a condition that houses your contempt
Grows stronger at your expense
Where the benefits are one sided,
which you know as it was clearly written on the lease.
There is no merit in abandoning yourself to build another
No prize to be found in the pools of resentment.
When you make a home out of someone else,
You are surrendering the best parts of you.