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These four walls contain my life The sum of my hopes and dreams All looks in shipshape order But nothing is as it seems I walked through this door as a wife Though my marriage was already cold And yet on the day of my wedding I thought our love would never grow old Here I brought up my children There was laughter mingled with tears Always something unexpected As they grew with the passing years Still inside there was something missing I filled the emptiness with mistakes I courted regret and disaster I spun out of control with no brakes These four walls became my prison Kept me trapped in a nightmare land I caught glimpses of a reality I could never quite understand Between the cracks of sanity I slipped slowly with silent screams Echoing in an attic darkness Along ever narrowing beams I dwelt in the night of my soul Unable to stretch out a hand My mind an imploding chaos My world built only on quicksand But then came the light of my dawn Inside my core healing began The impossible really happens You have to believe that it can These four walls contain my memories The only true life I have known And it is here I will leave my heart For a heart makes a house a home
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May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC
Four Walls
These four walls contain my life The sum of my hopes and dreams All looks in shipshape order But nothing is as it seems I walked through this door as a wife Though my marriage was already cold And yet on the day of my wedding I thought our love would never grow old Here I brought up my children There was laughter mingled with tears Always something unexpected As they grew with the passing years Still inside there was something missing I filled the emptiness with mistakes I courted regret and disaster I spun out of control with no brakes These four walls became my prison Kept me trapped in a nightmare land I caught glimpses of a reality I could never quite understand Between the cracks of sanity I slipped slowly with silent screams Echoing in an attic darkness Along ever narrowing beams I dwelt in the night of my soul Unable to stretch out a hand My mind an imploding chaos My world built only on quicksand But then came the light of my dawn Inside my core healing began The impossible really happens You have to believe that it can These four walls contain my memories The only true life I have known And it is here I will leave my heart For a heart makes a house a home
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clare-brown
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC
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