when a house is not a home 3/22/20

when one is:

trapped in the lighthouse of unrewarded caring

or trapped in the penthouse of worldly valuing

or trapped in the treehouse of distant memories

living trapped in the watchtower of wishing for hopefuls

or trapped in the warehouse of overwhelming possessions

or trapped in the townhouse of upscale overkill

then again,

trapped in the roadhouse of unfulfillable travel plans

or conversely, 

trapped in the deckhouse floating on an abandonment sea

or trapped in the storehouse of fear driven impending needs

or else 

trapped in the log house of nostalgia's demands

or trapped in the doghouse of other's approval

or on the other hand,

trapped in the big house of criminal redemption

or trapped in the doll house of what other's say is pretty

and the worst case scenario,

of being virtually trapped in the outhouse 

of any of these, as petty disclosures, 

is when a house,

any house of one's own making, 

is not really a home . . .