Hold Back

A home where all were welcome by open doors. Presented like an outstretched hand; warm, compassionate, giving of everything without looking ahead to the possible consequences.
Nothing held back….

Too many have come just to take and never fully giving anything of themselves in return. Now worn and run down. Whole sections of the home completely crumbled only rubble remains. Other areas have had pieces stolen from its walls and floors leaving it’s last remaining support and foundation weak.
Hold back….

Consequences have taken their toll, the home is now closely guarded by blockades to act as it’s own protection so no intruder can harm the last of it’s supporting walls. Left forgotten the wind is the only penetrable visitor. Unaware what is carried on the wind is the soft whispers of a voice. Words, barely audible creep in through the cracks of the blockades becoming more clear the closer they get to their destination. The battered door hung on rusty hinges and is tightly held shut by several locks. The home draws in a depth breath summoning up the last of its remaining strength. Can these words act as keys to open a door considered to be forever closed?
Just hold back….