Stone

How can I introduce myself to you? Before a home, there was a house, and the house is made of me.

 I have heard your cries when you thought you were in hiding. I am the keeper of your secrets. 

 Unlike you, I have no voice. I am the most patient listener, a faithful observer. 

When you fight with your lover and shut yourself in a room, you are vulnerable without your mask of ego. You whisper an apology, I wish your lover could hear what I hear. 

Many faces you have my dear, truest of all you have been with me. I wish I could let the world know that your heart is of gold. 

But I have to hold my silence, for this is the curse of being a stone.