It is time to go.

The past lay hidden in the walls.

All other memories have been removed.

 

I can hear the echoes of our history,

They speak to me and beg me to stay.

But I must move on.

 

These walls sheltered me and kept me safe.

They hold my secrets and whispered fears.

But they won’t tell.

 

My life began within these walls,

And it was here that others’ lives ended.

But still, they remain.

 

I’ve grown and these walls began to press in on me.

Secrets from others threaten to overwhelm me.

But they will not defeat me.

 

It is time to go.

My future waits in a new place,

A place where fresh memories will be stored.

 

– Diana Kristine