If the walls could speak, what would they say?
There is a woman fighting for her life every single day,
Seeing her try and crumble away, to the people who hold the key to a version of her past that no longer be.
It is time for her to find peace and be free.
No longer the woman on that February eighteenth night walking thru those doors, holding her baby tight.
If the wall could talk, they would say,
“You will no longer be trapped, you will be free one day.”
No longer surrounded by abusers disguised behind smiles.
Tippy toeing in silence just to be compliant.
Those attic windows will open and you will be free.
You will breathe and live a life of peace and tranquility.