The Leak (a poem)

Today I have a poem for you that is inspired by true events in our home. We recently discovered that a slow leak behind the shower had done enormous damage inside our bathroom walls without us realising it. As I considered what had happened I noticed a connection between our home and our hearts. That’s what this poem is about.

The Leak

Silently
the water creeps
behind the tidy
tiles, seeps
into the wood
and insulation
slow and patient
devastation
working hidden
in the dark
drip

by

drip

without a stop
it softens all
the sturdy studs
without requiring
major floods
as day and night
and out of sight
a rot is growing
inside out
until the walls
are so far gone
the tidy tiles
are torn down
and all the hidden
rot revealed

and do I think
that sins concealed
and compromises
year by year
drip

by

drip

within my heart
won’t slowly
tear my soul apart?