The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Prudence Davis - This Old House
This Old House
by
Heather Prudence Davis
(The house lacks positive emotional support)
I'm going through so much pain
Right here
Under the same roof.
Yet here I sit
Alone.
Because it's all mine
It's my pain.
At least I have that
to myself (selves).
I have my pain,
feelings of that bass,
and when he told me
I could sing.
And his opinion
Counts
Because I agree.