White Walls

I paint my walls white
to wipe my slate clean
in hopes that I might
create a new scene
one with some light
that cracks through the seams 
which brightens my nights
and days inbetween. 
Far from sight  
are my shouts and screams
even despite 
my nightmarish dreams. 
I hope to rewrite
what was once unseen
so I paint my walls white
to wipe my slate clean…

Thankyou to the beautiful, and intelligent Taylor Rosenthal for helping me write this poem. Without your inspiration, it wouldn’t be the same.