Four Walls

I wrote this as I was reflecting on my last three years of living in the dorms. I looked around and saw what these walls hold.

As I sit in the silence of room 102
I can feel my emotions flooding around me.
Every emotion I have felt in the past three years
Is enclosed in these four walls.
I have felt loved, blessed, cared for, accepted,
Beautiful, wanted, patient and kind.
But I have also felt hated, rejected, despised,
Lonely, afraid, nervous, afflicted, and hurt.
These walls have seen all of the tears I have cried,
They have seen all of my afflictions.
As much as it has been my home, and my favorite place
These four walls also make up
My prison, my escape, and my refuge.
I have told many secrets in this room.
If these four walls could talk, the things they would say
Would creep up your spine in disbelief.
I am scared to leave all of my pain in this room
But I know that it will bring more healing than I can prepare for.
Beyond my emotions, beyond all the feelings
These walls hold all of my honest screams
All of my honest emotions felt between
My twister and my cone of silence as
I have longed to belong to each.