A Home Invaded Poem by Sally DeSmet Trueblood

Sounds erupt in the distance,
disturbing the quiet in my mind
and infiltrating tranquility.
Building blocks to chaos.

Poison invades the home,
Building blocks to chaos.
The house that I designed
falls like stacked matches,
attracted to a flame.

The garden dies, the porch crumbles,
and sirens drown the tranquility in my mind.
My safe place to live is now invaded by the noise of a battle
never won but impossible to ignore,
like little dragons breathing enough fire
to circle and consume my peaceful home.

The drugs took it down to ashes,
so I can stand alone and try to slay
what can't be killed.