By Nayeli Marmol, Academy for Allied Health Sciences
A wise man once said, “A house divided against itself cannot stand,”
But my house is living proof that it can.
It is just a matter of time until the pounding wind blows down the walls, but still
After every storm we are fine; all seems calm.
Until the wind starts picking up again swirling the dust and leaves --
Contagious, how it spreads.
The foundation expects me to stand up tall on my own two feet
How can I do so when the foundation itself crumbles beneath?
When I was younger I worried.
I was taught that the walls of your home were built to be sturdy,
So when I saw the house tremble and quake, and the roof coming down, flooding the floor,
I was frightened.
Everything I loved and everything I knew would be swept away with this house.
Now as I’ve grown older,
I‘ve come to realize that it was okay for a house to fall, to crumble.
I became used to the destruction.
These outbursts became natural and subtle.
The quakes became creeks and the floods became leaks; they don’t faze me anymore,
Or at least not on the outside.
Although the pounding wind hits harder on the outer walls, I still feel its force pushing upon me.
There is no way of knowing how long this house will stand, but I am sure that it is dividing.
The once bright paints, now dull, peel and flake.
Tiles are cracked and the light burns to a dim flicker.
I will eventually leave my home,
but it will still stand as one or divided.
But it will stand…
at least in my heart