A Tale Of That House Poem by Esther Hadassah Sendeza

I know a tale of that house,
That stood so tall,
Strong through the seasons,
A sight admired by all.
See, I have heard of that house,
Surrounded by no ordinary neighbours,
Only those that cheer each other on,
And have the best intentions at heart.

Oh, this was it,
A safe harbour for my treasures,
A great anchor during a tornado.
It was beautiful and tidy,
With a view that was breathtaking,
It was a resting place for my being,
A cocoon of excellence,
A place to just be me.

But then, this house was a mirage,
Disappeared on one Monday night,
A dream of what could be,
Shredded in a blink of an eye.
Was it real or not? was it home or not?

Now I know,
This house was all in my head.