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Little Red House on the Clouds

Writer's picture: Leo PhillipLeo Phillip

Little red house on the clouds,

glistening with self-pride.

How do you keep your shine and cheer?

How do you keep your head above the clouds?

Avoiding distraction and fear itself.

Perhaps truth, love and care are the reason.

After so many years of disappointment and tainted love,

No compassion of any kind could prevent the inevitable cause of age and time.

It is too late to forgive those who scorn you.

Authenticity and presence can define a being.

But that comes with the risk of being deeply hurt,

That can tarnish any views.

Like it has done to mine,

A vein has broken and the little red house on the clouds…

Hangs on for dear life,

Petrified in fear above what are now the gloomy clouds of anger.

Now the little red house shivers in shame and soon is forgotten,

The shields of dark clouds hover and shed heavy tears against the earth.

The little red house that once sat proudly above the clouds glistening in self-pride,

Will forever be broken in space,

Haunted by this truth and revelation,

It is no longer a house,

It is now an abandoned

A barren barn with revealing scars

They show lesions of truth and lies.

Until another time…

Recovery is futile.

–Leo Ferreira

Circa 2012

Updated 09th May 2020 22:10

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