goodnight moon.

surrounded by four tan walls that used to be 

a sanctuary from the world,

from the secret whispers

and the heartache.

walls that know hot, flowing tears

and a desire for change.

that have seen the lowest

and darkest corners a heart can house. 

walls that hold dreams

and the promise of hope.

four walls that remained constant

when everything shifted.

walls that offered nothing 

but a room to sleep away the old

and wake up to a new day,

a clean slate

and a fresh start.