There are those among us <br />Who have been, for years, <br />Living in Houses...not well <br />Protected Houses...but Houses <br />Made of Rose Colored Glass... <br /> <br />And we thought, for the longest <br />Time, that our houses were perfect... <br />Until, that is, that first crack appeared? , <br />And the house of Rose Colored Glass <br />Came crashing down at our feet, <br /> <br />And there we were, <br />Exposed, <br />Vulnerable, <br />Unprotected, <br />Alone and <br />So Scared. <br /> <br />Well, we developed our own houses <br />Out of self-defense, simply to cover <br />Our fears...and We learned to laugh <br />Again, and stand on our own two feet. <br /> <br />But there are times...Oh, yes, there are <br />Times, when I long for the dream I had... <br />And that House of Rose Colored Glass, <br />For the world was lovely then, and I <br />Didn't feel so alone... <br /> <br />Scarlett Treat <br />January 3,2009<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/those-of-us-who-live-in-houses-made-of-rose-colored-glass/
