SHAKY FLOORS

You are not the rain

I’d want to soak in

In times of distress

You are not the wind

I’d want to shake up

A carefully constructed world.

You are not the fire

That lights hope

In a fatigued heart

I’d not have learnt

To walk alone and strong

With dependable support.

I’d not have built

Walls of isolation

In pleasant ambience

I owe all I am

To shaky floors

And crumbling ceilings