Broken Spirit

Bare, but for the dust and mold

Warmth has given way to cold

All laughter gone, no voices sing

No door to knock on, bell to ring

Silence fills each passing day

I wonder where my people stay

I long for footsteps, breath and dreams

The salty tears, the happy screams

Oh, how the children stomped on me

And oh, the pleasure of turned key

Now all is gone, I stand alone

I’m but a house, no more a home

Bare, but for the dust and mold

Warmth has given way to cold

All laughter gone, no voices sing

No door to knock on, bell to ring

Silence fills each passing day

I wonder where my people stay

I long for footsteps, breath and dreams

The salty tears, the happy screams

Oh, how the children stomped on me

And oh, the pleasure of turned key

Now all is gone, I stand alone

I’m but a house, no more a home

Bare, but for the dust and mold

Warmth has given way to cold

All laughter gone, no voices sing

No door to knock on, bell to ring

Silence fills each passing day

I wonder where my people stay

I long for footsteps, breath and dreams

The salty tears, the happy screams

Oh, how the children stomped on me

And oh, the pleasure of turned key

Now all is gone, I stand alone

I’m but a house, no more a home

Published by Rhonda Lee Richoux

I am retired from the public school system. I create magic wands and spells, write mediocre poetry and the occasional freelance magazine article; research local history and family genealogy; I’m an activist and keep in touch with friends, family and archenemies on Facebook, Twitter, What’s App and Word Press. I'm a Fiipina-Cajun troublemaker and trickster. I'm feeling as invincible as Keith Richards these days. Fuck is my favorite word. View more posts

3 thoughts on “Broken Spirit”

I feel nostalgia for a home not mine. Knowing what you’ve been through, this feels like a corner poem of your life.

Where are you living now, Rhonda? They kicked you out of the trailer, didn’t they?

You really are as beautiful inside and out as a rainbow. The person who brought you to me was a myspace friend for a very long time until she blocked me..oops! But maybe her purpose and time was served by leading me to you. How I wish we can meet! I am blessed to know you!

and may all of us whos hearts have been so torn and scarred be blessed with the wisdom to appreciate every little thing we have and of course everyone. We know more than most that it can be taken away overnight.
I love you girl. Bet the Doktah does too sha.