Waiting, a broken house poem

[Acharien]

This way, that way.

Yes and no.

This is all just a play.

Masks and paints,

Figurines and models.

Pull on our pretty doll faces,

Please, don’t look at the cracks.

Don’t see the new paint covering the old.

I go this way, you go that way,

Pulling on the rope round my waist.

We have high downs and deep ups,

I’m waiting until you’ve had enough.

Screaming and crying,

Fighting and blaming.

Waiting until it’s all done.

Waiting until for the sun.

Even when it’s not me,

I’m a doll pulled this way, that way,

Waiting for it to all be over.