Tuesday, April 19, 2011

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. 


Hannah {Culture Connoisseur} said...


Alexandria said...

Girl. I've just discovered your blog and have been reading your archives. And I'm just gonna put it out there, if that's alright. I think you're the bomb diggity. Consider me smitten.