The Walls & I

We have to live together, the walls and I
We see each other daily & often times we sit in silence
But its comfortable
They silently consent as I, excuse me, my husband painted over them bright and loud colorful hues
They had to match our personalities of course
The walls understood
They provide shelter & only exhale during the chilled nights of the winter
They provide sufficient strength when they need to hold my and/or his weight up against it
Overall
The walls & I
are happy with our silent friendship.
Except that one day.
That one day where they weren't silent and instead echoed each yell throughout the entire house to make sure we both heard our anger
Except that one day
That one day where I purposely slammed the door hoping something would break instead the walls shivered at my coldness
Except that one day
That one day I took down all the reminders of what love may portray
The walls stared me barren, naked, dull, relentlessly, hating me, for taking away the decorations they embraced
All of these events the walls and I went through together and they forgave each time
Except that one day they still find the pleasure in reminding me....
That one day I hurled that steel toe boot and left two ugly dark black marks against a once pure and untouched golden hue
That blackened wall
Now bears a scuff mark that pierces through my soul
The walls, they know it all
And to mock me they make sure I notice it
Its bold enough to cast instant regret over my foolish actions and it's discreet enough to silently, daily, remind me of my shame
And when I feel the need to scrape it off, no, scratch that, when I feel the need to tear and claw that mark off
The walls remind me that he too must remember why that boot was even a part of that initial scoff
So
The walls and I
We been thru it all
& though they never say it
They are my best friends
And remind me of the many journeys they've seen me on.