This House Poem by Jennifer K

This one, really makes me feel with you. One cannot read this poem without sharing in your sadness. A shared sadness makes the original one often a bit lighter. Our conditions in our life can become indeed gloomy and ark, but I still think you look like a strong one. Even you think you do not need a God, you definitely needs lots and lots of wisdom to face the challenges that life sometimes poses. It is ok to refuse to call it God, but there is a source of wisdom available deep inside everyone of us. Our soul knows the Truth and can connect a enormous source of wisdom, which I think is not personal, but I still call it God. Deep reflection can allow you to connect to that wisdom. Hatred response to hatred, revenge, and all these are sure to make us more miserable. There is really only one way and that is the kind one. Try to search for any bit of good in the persons you live with and give them a sincere compliment on that. You must have heard about 'giving your other cheek'. Try to be a small light for others rather than to try receive the light from them. You do not have to become a flatterer or a hypocryt, just keep searching for genuine goodness in each and everyone. The more light you manage to give, the brighter your own life becomes. Even you do not believe in a God, I will pray for you to receive the wisdom, from this inexhaustible source, so you can start giving a small bit of light to everyone around and look towards a bright bright future.

Hi Jennifer, In stark contrast to the last poem I read of yours this has a much darker and foreboding edge to it. However it is very gripping and keeps you reading, standing terribly despondent from your brick cage, a prisoner in your own home, forever alone, expected to be kept as quiet as a mouse, inside that very house. An inner strength here is that you try and defy that which binds you, but you know that certain ties that bind cannot be completely broken. Very well expressed indeed. Just a couple of things though Jennifer: you have a few typos, second line, Dissapointment is spelt Disappointment, also second line of the third stanza it reads And f i... I think that should And if I. I like your term Undilutable, very inventive and expressive and know exactly what you mean, just be careful that you don't get the boffins who will say that the term would mean to strengthen something. Very good write indeed! Dale :)

most virtue are virtues because pain is associated w/ them. tt is probably why love is considered the most precious virtue of all, because it is the most painful. i love the way you've brought out how love is often not a choice and how love is often a prison we cannot break free from. i guess i identify w/ the emotions. very well done.