it's a blow and  shocking,, deep, deep of cut,
when all windows n doors seem suddenly shut.

a cruel gust of wind, some call it fate,
can make you calendar and mark a date. 

like a house of cards, can suddenly fall
and leave you little or nothing at all. 

maybe you knew the test of thier strength,
prayed long n hard, they would last for a  length. 

cards lay in chaos, like colored drops shattered,
shelter no longer for hearts that mattered. 

the fall must have been,  not fate alone,
for awhile there was depth, texture n bone. 

they must have been weakened, thinned n well used,
thier value, intent, concept abused. 

builders of  homes made of colorful cards,
will again find thier dreams lying in shards. 

promises, secrets, laughter and hope,
all houses have them, in order to cope. 

no place to call home, nourish and bloom,
they'll die with no heart to give them a room. 

they lay there, discarded, no home come the night,
no house of cards, with warm love and light. 

takes more than one hand to build such a place,
takes more than one heart  to survive it's erase.