A sweet house was set.
The best, above whom there’s none, did the job.
The last word on each one’s lips to sleep
Every single person could not stop marveling.

The owner bubbled with humor and cheerfulness
The doors were always ajar in welcome
Laughter always rolling, filling in joyfulness,
Every single person in town felt at home

A small storm raged, one that pulls down trees.
The frightened ran to the house for refuge
Excusing themselves by raging, criticizing and blaming,
They blamed the house owner for not being like them.

The owner wallowed in rejection and aggression
Afflicted by a pain of rejection, followed a dissertation
The owner chose to be like the rest
The house’s doors closed and it became desolate

For long the owner survived like the rest
They that had shamed him by their criticisms
Well clad in a shame and rage vest
The owner resigned to learned helplessness.

The heart bled with grief
Pain pangs festered from the loss reef
He developed a self-contemptuous sieve
So that nothing but bad feelings to achieve

Look around and you will see
The owner came out of hiding to observe the sea
He witnessed a storm rage but to subside
Only then, was he discovered.


What was his wrong?
Why had he, in misery, come along,
To live a life of slippery hopes
When he had been bestowed with a beautiful house?

Go and open your house
Air will flow and freedom will prevail
There will be no torment in the heart or a hassle
And the rest will come in and joy will unveil.