See right through me

This house,
that always feels so out of place --
open when all else is closed,
wild and bright
when all surrounding seems so dull and staid --
this fragile skin,
this increasingly brittle structure,
these spots and wrinkles
I so determinedly ignore --

Let me remember always
that what to me is purely a temporary resting place
has always been home to you:
warmed and treasured,
filled with spirit
til glowing with the fire of your presence --
a glow I cannot seem to see --

and all the love I ever sought
flows in and through like light:
you see right through me.


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