If these walls could talk, surely, they’d screamSo loud that this whole house would shakeAnd there I’d sit,restlessly, anxiouslyOn the bed I’d grown into and out of,Under the same frames holding the same pictures that have faded from each days protruding sunlight This room where I spent so many nights laying awakeDesperately searching for some semblance of worthiness, of purpose,Watching the cracks inch from floor to … Continue reading These Walls