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Prose Challenge of the Week #31: Write a piece of poetry or prose based on this question: Your walls have ears, what do they hear? The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge

Walls will Always be Here, Until you Tell them to go Away

I am a wall. I am always here, even when you think I am not. I have heard your screams through your tantrum years. I remember one when screamed because you could not have your favorite toy. I felt you thrash against my surface as you kicked me, and I bent down to cuddle you and keep you safe in midst of night when you were scared or lonely and decided to lean against my side. I wanted to dry your tears though my hands were rather nonexistent. Though I had no hands, you melted my soul and gave me warmth. My attraction is quite simple really. You are mine and I am yours. I will always protect you even when I can no longer shield you from a child's last night mere. As you grow old you may even still curl up against my sides when you have no one else to turn to and I will be here, though much older and less sturdy, I will always be here. I have always listened, and I always will. I have heard your darkest secrets, and heard your ear piercing cries. I have seen you joyful, I have seen you sad. I have heard your mumble, though you thought no one could, I was there to listen. I have felt your thrashing and sensed when you were not content with life. I have heard your soul weep though no one else could imagine. I have whispered in your ear that I love you and I have whispered confidence and purity of a child's heart. I have heard you laugh and I have heard your cry. I know the world has no mercy for you, but I will shield you as long as I can. I will always listen when no one else will. I will always be here, and I will always hear your feelings though you try to hide them well. I will always know. For I am your walls and you my house. A house cannot live without its walls, and a house can only been taken down one wall at a time. Sometimes you must listen to me, and sometimes I must listen to you. You are the only one who can tell me when it is time to stop shielding you from world’s worst nightmares and allow you to enjoy the simple things of life and to allow you to trust in others as you love others. You must learn to enjoy life despite all the disappointment. I cannot always be there, unless you want me to be there. I will always listen.

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