If the walls could talk…

By: D.A. Henneman

If the walls could talk, what would they say?

As quiet observers of four lives safe within their drywall cocoon, they are part of the family by way of showcasing pictures and mementos… but then not.

After all, they are merely walls.

If the walls could talk, would they give voice to their observations?

They’ve listened to whispers in the night, the secrets shared between lovers, and are part of the family by holding all dreams safe… but then not.

After all, they are merely walls.

If the walls could talk, would they provide advice?

They’ve watched four lives throw caution to the wind, make bad decisions, and are part of the family in steadfast worry… but then not.

After all, they are merely walls.

If the walls could talk, would they attempt mediation?

They’ve waited as the consequences for painful actions unfold, when judge and jury make their verdict, and are part of the family by the stoic stance taken for lessons learned… but then not.

After all, they are merely walls.

If the walls could talk, would they heal the divides?

They’ve seen the ramifications of impulsiveness and flippancy, and are part of the family in their desire to heal the wounds of harsh words… but then not.

After all, they are merely walls.

If the walls could talk, would they give voice to the secrets?

They’ve heard the fights that led to the inevitable outcome that comes as a surprise to those they surround, and are part of the family as the conversations include them… but then not.

After all, they are merely walls.

If the walls could talk, I hope they’d say, that the choices we made were neither right nor wrong.

Very much a part of our family, they’ve watched us grow into the people we’ve become, the creatives we have blossomed into, and lend their support either direction we travel without judgement… but then not.

After all, they are merely walls.