Family

My castle was crafted of cards and sand
Built by a lacerated hand
A sinkhole foundation held it all
We never felt the air roof fall

Stick figures dot the family album
The injured lie just where you found them
People will whisper, and neighbors will talk
When they toe the faded outlines of chalk

They say a house is not a home
You can be surrounded and still feel alone
In a pile of sticks, in a mountain of stones
The last man standing has nothing to show

Survival of the fittest
Was the love that always missed us
We wanted to step on a solid shore
That never left us needing more

Unemcumbered
Flying free
I'm no longer "them"
Now I'm just me

And I look back
And see...