The Foundation
I stand alone-
Surrounded by everything I've known
Shocked by its destruction.
Tears roll down my face
Now that it's all been erased
By his thoughtless consumption.
They came to our house-
Roused by neighbor's shouts
And knocked at our door that Sunday morning.
Ignoring pleading eyes,
They laughed at our demise
And sent us on our way with a warning.
"Don't come back!
You're not wanted where you're at."
They said this on a Sunday morning.
We drove along the road-
Car packed with things we owned,
With only pennies, and without a home.
My siblings cried and cried
And my Mother nearly died
All because of him and his crimes.
Weeks earlier, the neighbors petitioned
To make our removal their only mission
And so, a betrayal was committed.
My Father was their target
Because of the fear he had incited
And a taste for blood, he had ignited.
"Don't come back!
You're not wanted where you're at."
These were the lines they had recited.
Now, I was down and broken-hearted
But these memories, they lightened
And down a new path, I was guided.
The path of pen and of quill.
Words had strengthened my will
And past wrongs, somehow, were righted.
Out of dark despair
And memories that glared,
I was made.
A new life, I forged.
And him, I scorned.
The foundation i'd been given had been laid.
"Don't come back!
You're not wanted where you're at."
Their words faded as I walked away.