Her Diamond House

Her Diamond House

 

There once was a girl

who lived in a diamond--

a house shaped like a fine diamond,

fair to look upon.

 

It sparkled and how did it shine,

a beauty to all who passed by.

Everyone was captivated,

some were even jealous of the sight.

 

The girl lived alone

in her diamond house.

So discontented was she

that she never went out.

 

Often finding herself sad,
as none sought to visit.

In a way she was relieved,

for she didn’t want any to see it.

 

She marveled at how people seemed to slow when

passing her diamond house, but never knocked on her door.

Weren’t they a little bit curious

as to what the inside was all about?

 

She had everyone fooled.

Though the outside shone,

sparkling with beauty,

the inside was all her own.

 

Its wooden boards, broken and charred,

as though a fire had broken out.

She sat on the rotting floor

of her diamond house.

 

If only they knew

the state she was in.

But she didn’t let them see

the hurt within.

 

Melinda McQueen Rodgers

July 1, 2021

Author's Note

Written for those who suffer from depression.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

You can have all the wealth under the sun, but if you are plagued by ill health it is of no consequence. Depression is increasing and can be a complete blot on living. Thank you Melinda for your lovely poetry.

Chris

[Melinda McQueen]

Thanks for reading and for your review. I appreciated you.

[Chris Shaw]

You are welcome Melinda.