If My Heart Was a House Corbin Thompson

If My Heart Was a House

If my heart was a house,

the basement is empty, with a dirt floor, dark and damp.

The first floor is in ruin: windows are shattered, carpets are dull and torn; the furniture is broken. The door is without locks. The hearth would be cold and empty. The walls are dull gray, and covered with scribbles. The second floor is empty and dimly lit. There are no windows; all the doors are splintered. Empty and with an air of pain, the attic is musty with the scent of regret…

and only one window, unbroken with hope,

looking out and seeing the good and the bad,

the suffering and the fear, but always with hope, but still empty.

Corbin Thompson, Grade 10 Cleveland Public School, Cleveland Teaching Artist: SEE MORE PERSPECTIVE