Leaving This House Poem by Rosalita Fern

These walls speak a million words,
This house holds several secrets,
This floor has held many a footsteps.

And now the time has come to say goodbye.
For we leave you with another.
Another families secrets you will get to know.
Another families words you need to hold.
Another families footsteps you have to secure.

My heart is heavy as i close the door for the final time.
Leave my key for someone else to use.
I notice the dent in the wall from where he pushed my head in it.
I notice the hole in the wall where he threw the paintbrush at me,
I notice the nailvarnish stain on the wall from where i tried to steady myself after his blow.

You hold my secrets, both good and bad.
You hold my life.
As I close the door one final time,
I say goodbye to the years of sadness.