Xenia

Where will I go?

The tenants of the past have fled

No one inside this empty house

A red roofed house, bloodied from work

Vessels and veins this house beats

Rendered useless by others

Abandoned home

Where shall I stay?

Will I seek refuge in another

Someone else's house overflowing with blood

But water is not thicker than blood

Will they accept me and all of my baggage in their home?

Even though we are not tethered

After accepting so many into my house

I don't know if I would accept myself, either

Maybe my house is the problem

Maybe it's too 

Healed

Earnest

Accommodating

Resilient

Tender

Maybe they prefer a colder house?

Too warm, My house is not worthy

Not valuable

Trashed 

Stepped on

Squeezed

Ripped

Tattered

Torn

By others, and then by me

Maybe I let the wrong visitors inside

I was too blinded to see

Xenia may not always be the path

Now I have nowhere to wander to

Drunk on the warmth of another's home

Or any house save my own

"Run away!" my brain screams, "Abandon your house!

Follow your mind."

The broken lights of my house faded

But new fixtures rose in their stead

Maybe you should love yourself..

Paint your crimson house a bright new shade of red

Try to put up a fence, try and sleep in your own bed

Maybe I'll stay in my rouge house

Making sure it never ceases to beat

And love it like no other

For it is mine to keep

My house will be rebuilt

My house…

My house..

My heart.

My heart will be rebuilt

My self will be restored

Then my house will be a home at last

Rebuilt, Remodeled, Redecorated, Adored

And the former squatters will try and barge in once again

Ask to be let in my heart's doors.