Walls

A poem written ten years ago. I've come a long way since then.

It's cold and it's dark,

In this place that I hide,

I've built up these walls,

I let no-one inside,

I want to break free,

But I don't know where to go,

I've built up these walls,

So no-one would know,

The pain in my heart,

Is growing rapidly,

I've built up these walls,

So no-one would see.

If I could just tell you,

Would you love me the same?

I've built up these walls,

I've got no-one else to blame.

Some day I will step outside,

Feet planted firmly on the ground,

I've built up these walls,

And I will be the one to knock them down.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

This is such an interesting write you share above my dear friend, you sure are talented and love the way you projected isolation, pure witty...looking forward to read more of your work

[The Girl Who Loved Too Much]

Thank you. I appreciate your kind and inspiring words.

[A. Amos]

You're most welcome and I want to thank you for supporting my mom work.