Four Walls

 Inside this room
my soul cries out
swallowing up the silence
 Pain weighs within my bones
becoming bricks
preventing me from moving
 The ceiling fan spins around
all alone, chasing its tail
searching for what it lost
 These four walls know
but secrets they keep
tears they hide
as a friend, you confide
 Until my wounds heal
keep my secrets
hide my tears

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The fours wall can be a place to know peace and can become a prison for bad memories. I understand easy to keep sadness and pain hidden. Hard sometimes for tear and forgiveness to appear. Thank you for a outstanding emotional journey.
Coyote

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we heal the most
when we accept healing
from within
these words are truly
empowering