On a foundation of crumbling stone
I build up my new home
I paint the walls
with positivity and light
leave the shadows where they need be
the windows are open
the basement of dark thoughts
is chained shut
the front door is unlocked
but only friends enter
my home lies
in the arms of someone flawed and beautiful
my home lies
in the crayon-scribbled walls of my childhood
my home lies
among the guiding words spoken by a guardian
my home is splayed
on the night time skyline
of summers before and of all my tomorrows
my home has been constructed inside of me
it was knocked down by a storm
of past mistakes, former pains
but I'm using these scarred hands
to build it all over again.

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