The Wall

Home is anywhere I can recall,

– Holding a space for me and a wall.

I see the wall, the wall sees me.

Now, if it had words, what might they be?

“I watch you rise, I watch you fall,

I catch your echo each time you call.

I’m here to lean on, should you need.

I look over your shoulder while you read.

I wear your shadow as lights dim,

I house your safety when things look grim.

You change my colors as you please.

I go unnoticed with great ease.

I hold shelves, posters, a picture or two,

And when you see me – I also see you.”

The wall, I must say, it might know me best.

From toddler to titan, done-up and undressed.

All of my faces, the wall has seen

– Nasty, beautiful, dirty and clean.

The wall stays silent; my home and my key,

For, I see the wall – the wall sees the True me.