walls

this is the story of any given wall, but especially those of the colleges we’ve been to, will go to, or will send our kids to.

What if these walls could talk.

What stories would they tell?

They’re witness to the cleft of adulthood;

Jury to broken hearts, broken dreams.

They testify of the scores of kids who

Never came back

Because they couldn’t afford it,

Or they got pregnant,

Or they got in a wreck.

They sing of the kids who want to be 

Doctors, teachers, law enforcement;

They enfold the quiet art student, musician, psychologist.

They commiserate with the kid who’s finally found solace from abuse at home,

The kid from a town of fifty who now has fifty friends.

If these walls could talk 

They’d tell the story of how

Children walked in

And either shadows or conquerors

Walked out.

Amanda

Published by Amanda Brown

22-year-old INFP who names inanimate objects, loves to laugh, and is a proud old soul. You can often find her planning out her next crazy project, hugging books, or telling stories about her day that *may* be a little exaggerated.

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