Four walls are what held me up.
Four walls caught my tears.
Four walls were my tears.
Four walls warmed my soul.
Four walls cheered me up.
Four walls hugged me goodnight.
Four walls made sure there was no light.
Four walls are now out of sight.
YOU ARE READING
Until The Soles Wear Down
Non-FictionAs life gets harder, so do the falls. As life gets better, so do the wins. As I go through this journey of getting back on my feet and running toward the life I want I thought I'd share some literature as my heart and soul begin to repair themselves.
