Upturned tables

You walk right in
Your face chagrined
You wonder how...

Your head bows

Then deep breath in
Amidst the din
Out comes the roar

My house is not a store

Measured steps
Face set
To table one
You flip and run
To table two
Upended view

'Til all are turned
All bridges burned
With fiery eyes
Your voice rises

This house is mine
Bought with my life
You have no right
I paid the price

Mine
This shrine
I must align
To my design

Secure
Pure
Aware
In prayer

The chaos errupts
My upturned life
Disturbed
Distraught
The mess

I catch your eye
You smile
I cringe
You come
I cower
You lift my head
Pick up a broom
I take it from your hand

Anxious
I look
I watch
I wait
For blows
So deserved

Instead you go for dustpan and mop
Having chased out trespassers
You say, how can I help?

Oh no
My mess
My mistakes
My bad
I let them set up shop
My job

Hand outstretched
You wait
Eyes gentle
Smile tender
You say again

This house is mine
Bought with my life
You have no right
I paid the price

Mine
This shrine
I must align
To my design

Secure
Pure
Aware
In prayer

I hand You the broom.