NaPoWriMo - Day 17 - Red Carpet

 
I walk a fine line through my house.

There’s a path well-trodden through a central line.

A tube of matted fabric, sunk, in the middle.

Round the edges, the pronounced red boundaries lie.



A beacon of hope

For lesser people

Surrounds the sides with their sorely scarred drifts.

A bittersweet rift which bats back the doubt

That my houses runs on rules we flout;

That my house walks a line that misfits.



The red carpet reminds me of, a life less ordinary.
It’s a beacon of hope that shines, shinned, shone