CROSSING THE BRIDGE

You are now leaving the house
the place you grew your children
fed dreams but tides left empty shells.
The broken gate creaks
and echoes squeaking of rusty ruins
yet children's hands yearn for    
loving heart
they catch the breeze to bring color
to your pale cheeks and sweep frost.
You move slowly to cross the bridge
above unsteady ground and swirling waters.
In the distance the sky paints green
bathing in cedar woods amid scented meadows.
Your heart turns summer and hears the call
of eagles that make you brave and young
to climb moss-covered rocks
explore all hidden caves with dripping walls
Her hand in yours you stumble but dare
to reach the top where red rimmed rocklips
tickle heaven.

Paula Grenside's Questions:

Does the poem convey the devastating effect of a divorce and the awareness of failure?
Does the second part express the yearning for a new possibility to love and life?

MY HOUSE

My house is on the hills;
the windows have no panes,
the walls are scraped.
At night its empty eyes
look at the city below
shooting cannons of lights
the night battle.
I feel good here,
from the old walls I see
a new house rising,
among the shadows of 
life, a new life throbs.

Paula Grenside's Questions:

The poem is quite simple at a first reading.
Is the effect on the reader a passing sensation or do the last lines clarify the whole meaning?
- Uncertain about "throbs" or "shakes" Any Suggestion?
Thank you.