What if my heart was a four floor house

What if my heart was a four flour house
One with many different rooms

Some would have the sun beaming through the windows,
smiling at the plants

Some would feel cold, dark. Curtains carefully closed

What if when we stay in rooms that feel hollow
We can go to our sweet neighbours,
knowing they too live in this house

Together, you hold a foundation

Space is held in this house,
for both summer and winters

And as spring tickles around the corner

One more room is filled with bright sunlight
One more floor has strengthened their walls of wisdom

…now, what if our environment
Places, people… each represent a room

Maybe some doors are meant to stay closed for a while

Maybe some are meant to be storage rooms, colourful archives
filled with beautiful and bittersweet memories

Some will stay open,
sitting patiently at the fire, warm and welcoming

May the house in your heart,
bring you a soft sense of hope and holding