The walls, they see

Setting my alarm to go through the mundane routine,

When the sun would come streaming through the windows

To resume the story after the nightfall pause

These walls, they see it all.

When the nights were quiet, but the silence wasn’t

With dark thoughts bereft over the shadows

The tumultuous scenarios playing out in the mind reel,

These walls, they see it all.

The cheer of a celebration for all things old and new,

A smile on my face when I’d hear a familiar tone,

The unbridled joy of the freedom of my time,

These walls, they see it all.

The heartbreaks of patterns repeated on loop

Garnering a whirlpool of courage to show up the next day

Feeling the floor of hope sliding away

But keeping the optimist in me alive

These walls, they see it all.

The peace and stillness of a locked home

Reminiscing the memories that one comes back with

Curled up in the warm caress of my bed

These walls, they see it all.

Old friends and new,

Narrated stories and those untold,

The meaning of spoken words and the loss of those left unsaid

A hold to feel someone’s own

These walls, they see it all.

These walls, they see everything

But little do they say

Till one day the halls are bare

And it’s echo tells the story of all it’s borne.