Thank you, Nuna, for allowing me to share your thoughts with all of us.
By Nuna M.
Four walls
If it was up to me
I would paint these walls the brightest
with flowers and butterflies all over them
If it was up to me
I would apologize for the screaming
and fighting
and hate
and hurt
that has been going on between these
four walls
you'd think that
four beating hearts would make a
home out of these four walls
care for them and feed them with love
but just like friends and lovers
get tired of each other
these four walls got tired
at not being put to their best use,
a home.
They have never heard the words I love you
or I need you, or You look beautiful
in fact, they heard nothing but silence
If these walls could talk
they'd cry midsentence