The Sound of Our Sorrows

Walls.

Crumbling with the pain, the pressure, the power of words-

From the depths of our hearts, the rage of our lives,

What we keep hidden, bottled up in our despair.

For anyone to listen

Listen to our minds cracking from isolation

What a wall hears cannot hurt us.

After all, ears cannot speak.

The pain of misunderstanding.

Screaming, yelling,

at a significant other

a friend

a sibling

to listen to us begging for them to understand ourselves.

The pressure on ourselves.

To continue our lives as we have always had.

To ignore the hurt from others

To hope that the sound of our cries will be absorbed by the walls.

The power of words.

The ultimate push

The drive

That leads us astray from our loved ones

No, we did not mean our words.

Alas, our walls will stand

In the same time,

Place,

And moment

Listening to our lives.

Building up in front of the walls.

From childhood to beyond

Through our darkest times

Carrying us from Brokenness, to Togetherness.

Pieced together

One by one.

Thank you,

For listening

To

Us.