Once I was a woman full of house and curtains

Once I was a woman full of house and curtains
In those islands of wallpaper and kitchens
Where one bakes cakes,
uses clarified butter for nutrition and more
Thinks of health and gives flavour to the gelatinous pieces of life
And fills up the containers with Kashmiri shallots, pumpkin and melon seeds and coffee beans.
And then one stormy afternoon she finds the rose petals she sun dried has gone ...wet in the rain
And everything was saturated in that thick music and tender smell that enriches the unformed mind and eyes
Invading melancholy she awakens to the roof too gone with the flowers and occupied darkness of her garden where there stood trunks full of pretty clothes, curtains and jar full of herbs
Where grief hugged the lovely colours
And catastrophe moans and fumes
But the invincible shadow of belongings lives

Lives tied onto those discharged confrontations that constantly try to reconquer lost and spent
One fine day one has to conquer hope and elbows
And doorways that enter nowhere
I don't know if I am the same woman anymore
Now I am a woman of autumn and flying leaves

And you come again with your offer of House and curtains?