Shack Beside the Lake

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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