By Michael W. Raley
This house was once a symbol of love,
A sanctuary from the problems of the outside world.
This house was a home where faith ruled,
Where challenges were met and conquered.
Love has now been replaced by brokenness
And faith has been met with thunderous silence.
The sanctuary has become a prison,
For I am bound up with chains of failure.
This symbol of hope has become a monument to folly.
As I live alone in my thoughts,
I find myself in the throes of misery and depression,
Still trying to make sense of this new normal.
I seek to be freed from this burden of wood and concrete,
So that I may begin life anew.
Triumphant In Christ 