If these walls could speak, what would they have of me?

Aug 20

If only these four walls could speak

What would it have of me?

For no one knows me better than the sheetrock

But I don't think that is something worth boasting

These four walls have watched me through many seasons of my life

Through the ambition of my adolescence to the regrets of former me

What would it say of me now?

I have gone to and fro

From coast to coast, but always come back here These walls have always been my safe place

But what does it say of me?

Am I a charming host, who sings her heart out at night

Or am I a soul longing for more?

I would hope that it would have grace on me

But, I love these four walls more than they could ever imagine

I thank God every day for blessing me

I love the way the moon is my nightlight

And the sun kisses me in the morning through the window

These four walls gave me a space to grow

And a space to cry peacefully

And I am forever grateful, but

If these beige walls had any intellect

What would it say of me?

Peace