Paint is peeling
off my house of red,
the exterior walls splintered
from tempests pummeling
on wood once glossy with lacquer.
But it’s mine,
this shack beside the lake –
all that was ever given freely
by the world to me.
Posted in response to the Daily Prompt: Reviving Bricks
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