A black space
Where the door
Is supposed to be
A cloudy film
Layered on the windows
Obscuring the view inside
The splintered planks
From the facade
Evidence of neglect
Used to be filled
With effervescence and love
Now but an empty shell
Memories encrusted
In the weathered roof
And soot lining the chimney walls
Stationary
Unable to move
Begging to be noticed
She has no audible voice
To speak for herself
Not one that can be heard
Too many travel this road
Never giving
Even a passing glance
With time slipping by
She settles into
The depression in the ground
If only
Someone would shine a light
Inside that dark hollow
A hidden space
Would be revealed
Like a treasure
First
Just a glint
A tiny sparkle
Growing into
A luminous beam
Of warmth and fulfillment
The worn and tattered exterior
Dissolving in the radiance
Overflowing from within
Spilling through the crevices
Sealing the cracks
Irreparable damage reversed
Rescuing
A beautiful world
From abandonment
davecenker 
Another lovely tale Dave, and good reminder to nurture and tend our homes (relationships).
Is there an old home remodel in your plans?
Thanks for your kind words, Brad. I think more than remodeling, this short reflection is a reminder to, as you say, continuously nurture our “homes” so that they never reach this state of disrepair. Thank you for taking the time to read and comment, and best wishes for an inspired day!
My pleasure Dave. 🙂
This poem made me think of this house here that has always made me a little sad. It sits on a hill above a narrow windy road and overlooks the ocean. Spectacular location, and even though the house has been sadly neglected, it’s not hard to see the character and potential. Kind of reminds me of some of my former clients! Anyway, weird as it may sound, I’ve often thought how wonderful it would be to “rescue” that beautiful old building and do the work to let her glory shine through.
Thank you Marty, the imagery in your words shines through. And I sincerely appreciate the relation you draw between inanimate structures and human beings – one of the undercurrents to the message behind this poem 😉 Thanks, as always, for taking the time to read and comment!
Lovely lovely poem. And so true! Friendship must be nurtured, just like a home: replenished, renovated, loved and pampered. I try to do this with all my friendships, and so appreciate it when my friends are there for me. Thanks for the beautiful reminder.
Thank you Pamela, here comes that word again – serendipity 😉 When I began writing this poem, I was looking at a picture of an old house. I just let whatever came to my mind fall on to the page. And in doing so, I stumbled across the connection between houses and relationships, and how the care for them carries so many similarities. I love writing 😉
Thanks for taking the time to read and comment and best wishes for an inspired day!
And that IS the pure joy and essence of writing – how it connects us with so much more than one object or one thought.