These Walls (Part 1)

This is a three-part story of a woman in a tea shop. Each part is told from a different perspective. This story is told by the walls of the tea shop.

These walls stand her for those who serve coffee

A house of community with complementary toffee

The stains will never wash out

But that is not what these walls talk about

Where these walls meet, under a light

Sat a woman curled up to write

If the hills have eyes, then these walls have ears

Never did these walls hear such tears

Fall from the tip of a pen

Who dares commit such a sin

She writes of a little girl named her

These walls try to reach around to assure

This is a safe place, there is no such thing as a waste

of life

The girl runs through the pages

Like she is trying to outrun hounds from their cages

Dancing around cars, using her magic

Doing everything she can to not be trafficked

She dips and dives, jumps and flies

Wanting more than anything alive

Not to smile, play, or sing jive

But to be unwanted

These walls are forever haunted