So thank you...

So thank you,
For the inspiration,
The other way,
Just wasn't working,
But now, my heart,
Is open, wide,
And you can peer,
Right in, inside,
And then decide,
If I've not died.
I'm okay, is all I say,
Alone, as you've,
all, run away.
I sit here, now,
In my small house,
Where the man,
From the citibank,
Said I'd be.
He promised it'd be this small,
That I'd make do, & little more.