My Pretend Front Porch

This is my front porch, my pretend front porch.  I am standing out in the yard looking in...no longer living in this ole house, I am a stranger returning to my childhood home for a visit...once again a stranger in the midst of the past...I close my eyes and I see the past coming back to haunt my memories...are they going to be filled with happiness or terror, will I hear laughter or screams, will I smell something cooking or will I feel hunger...what emotions will come as I close my eyes and try to feel...

The family that once lived here was never the same behind that door as they were once the sun came up, the curtains were pulled back and the doors were opened.  The facade crumbled with time, the roof began to leak, the foundation cracked, the mortar between the logs broke, weather began the age ole process of eating away at the very structure that once held this home together for the family to hide it's secrets in.  Soon there were no walls to hide behind, the walls begin turning inside towards themselves attempting to keep the secrets closed, making one last effort to protect their family ..windows fragmented over time as the winds screamed and rushed through the open frame trying to push the secrets out.....tin cuts the center of the home just as the secrets and lies have cut the the hearts of the family ripping it apart with finality for the last time, still the structure remains....broken, shattered, weathered and worn...the only reminder of the fake, pretend family that lived there once.  The only firm untouched part of the structure is the daunting, inviting concrete steps leading to the once pretty pretend house and the beautiful iris's in the front yard.  They give you the false sense that beauty lives beyond these walls...another lie for another day.....

This could be your front porch...what will be this image bring back to you as you close your eyes.