CRISIE HUTCHINGS

If those walls could talk
They wouldn’t sing but weep
Of days gone by
Of a secret kept
A girl who mourns
While a mother slept
Wept herself
Of the terrors deep
Within the closet
of her own skeletons

Childhood hunger
Never fed
Her sunken hope
In a sea of pain
If those walls could talk
Rage runs deep in them
Despair
Hope deferred
Sick hearts
Sick minds
Sick with shame
With words unspoken
Chains on tongues
Captive hearts

Speak walls speak
Of children’s woes
Of torment deep
From their captor’s throes
A man of sorrows
A man of dreams
Who won’t keep silent

Instead they scream
His own life broken
                                                               From childhood lost                                                              
Broken child
Just like me
Just like us

If those walls told the story
What a tale it would be
They speak now 

Through me

© Crystal Hutchings/Beautiful You/Unchained Tongues

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