The House

I am like a burnt down house.

Left to rot away in an empty forest.

Anyone who passes on the dirt road shall not enter.

This house is avoided.

But one room remained standing.

By one board about to collapse.

One day, someone will come find beauty in the broken.

They will rebuild this house to the strongest possible.

Now, everyone wants to enter,

but none get past the gate.

The gate of trust.

The gate that once failed and let in the most dangerous.

The gate that let the fire enter.

The gate, that now, lets in very few.

So the house remains standing, with confidence.

I shall one day be that house.