Signs

The original house is gone,
burned down perhaps,
or fallen prey to neglect.

It no longer stands,
the only sign it existed are scars
where once it stood

next to the newer, larger edifice.
scars on the walls, scars on the ground,
a foundation still strong, with nothing to hold.

This is what I like,
that the owners of this house
do not hide their scars, that

they do not paint over the bare stone
where the first house nestled
like a child suckling at it’s mother’s breast.

They do not pretend nothing is lost,
but let the empty spaces be,
let them become not a sign of loss,

but survival.

About this poem. 

There is beauty and truth in our scars.

Tom