the walls whispered
what mouths would not
truth
a fragile thing
tucked beneath rugs
folded into corners of
smiles that never
reached the eyes
love came with conditions
laughter sharpened at the edges
we wore masks
even in the mirror
the house was warm
but hollow
a stage lit for peace
while the ceiling cracked
above quiet wars
still I grew
bent but growing
bruised but breathing
lies build walls
not homes
so I walked out
not with anger
but a quiet vow
to build with truth
to live where the air is honest
and nothing hides behind
the light
The Creative Chic 
you deserve to find that space of light – and without conditions ❤
beautiful piece Jennifer! Mike
Thank you so much, Michael ❤️ I appreciate you so much.
We cant build anything on lies.
Well wrìtten Jennifer ❤️
We sure can’t. Thank you, Maggie ❤️ I hope your day is treating you well.
You are so welcome Jennifer ❤️
It is 🙏 thank you.
Have a blessed Sunday my friend.
This spoke to me, and the strength you had to figure out.
Love you ❤️