Condemned

The foundation I was built on

Is shakier than most

It’s had its share of troubles

Most inspectors would condemn

The structure it holds up

I’ve thought about it too

Done everything but hang a sign

Saying “caution” on my neck

So everyone is warned

Before they open up the door

Sometimes I feel collapsing

Might be best to do

Just ram it with a wrecking ball

Self-demolition could be mine

Or strike a match

And drop it in

Self-arson’s not a crime

But now I’ve seen your smile

Held your hand in mine

Perhaps you might be able

To repair all my shattered walls

The rotted floors

Replace the broken windows

Tighten up the supports

That hold my fragile being

Bolster all the parts of me

That are threatening to fall

Sweep out the dust and cobwebs

Give this body a new life

In the renovation process

Save a broken soul

That felt long condemned