My House of Cards (c) 2017, Pamela Schloesser Canepa
The House of Cards had thrived on hope
And goodness, love, and light
The hope was that it was enough
to keep us safe and sound.
The House of Cards became cover
for turned heads and bitter words,
For selfishness and wrath.
But of all things considered,
at least we had a house.
The House of Cards can never beat
a beast that grows within.
For a House of Cards is still just cards,
almost paper thin.
I rid the house of one
and some of us remained.
There is a slightly haunted feel,
I wish it would depart.
But anywhere that I should go
a part of it would follow.
The House of Cards surrounds me now,
within a malevolent wind
I sometimes feel it will blow down
and I’ll have nothing left.
But this House of Cards is what I have
and I have made it mine.
I have sheltered others here,
even if for a short time.
And when it is all said and done,
I hope that mine will be
the House of Cards that withstood all
and always sheltered me.
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