Walls Can Talk

I am surrounded by memories – memories of my past.

While sick in my head I find myself in recovery looking back at what I did.

Why me?

Why these memories?

Why do I have to endure these traumatizing memories?

I come back to this home with the intent of taking it back.

I bought new material items yet the memories are suffocating.

They are too much, how do I make it through this?

How do I battle the dragon within me? How do I take back what mine?

I don’t know anymore; I’m just trying to survive.

Why is it that Ana-La-Raye feels more like home?

I figured out the walls don’t talk I feel the love in them not the lonesome sadness within the walls themselves.

In what split second, I feel at home with my husband at a hotel.