When the House Falls, I Don’t

 

When the House Falls, I Don’t

(The House of Disrepair - The collapse and awakening two ways to view the words) 

I used to circle the house,

fixing, patching, lifting,

carrying every broken thing

as if the walls were my responsibility

and the roof was my fault.

But something shifted.

Something cracked open.

I don’t care anymore

if the house falls down around me.

Let it peel,

let it crumble,

let the weeds take the garden

and the mortar fall out.

Because I finally understand:

I am not the house.

I am not the plaster,

the windows,

the roof,

the endless circling.

I care about myself.

My back.

My breath.

My joy.

My life.

If the house collapses,

I will still be standing.

If the walls give way,

I will walk out whole.

I am done breaking myself

to keep broken things upright.

Let the house fall.

I won’t.

Context

Using AI to take my words and turn them around - to change the metaphor.  The collapse and the awaking.