These Walls III

These walls‐

only those inside, know that they stand

and only those who have received an invite know that they even exist.

Of course, these walls know all who stand within them‐

every footstep is recognized, both inside and out.

Each and every of these walls,

have their own pair of ears,

and every door,

it's own set of eyes.

These walls‐

they, listen to both the inside and out

every word is recorded.

These walls‐

they decide, who is invited in,

and who isn't‐

not me.

These walls‐

they think,

and they speak

for themselves.

These walls‐

they choose who may enter,

and who may not‐

not me.

These walls‐

have no bias,

no fickle feelings to be tossed around by,

to and fro‐

they know what footsteps should, and shouldn't be‐

and what voices should, and shouldn't be played aloud.

These walls‐

their cold judgement keeps me,

"safe"

from those who don't know they exist,

and from those who shouldn't know they exist

from the outsiders

and the few who want to tear them down,

These walls‐

they draw the lines of needed boundaries

bold, and firm

just as they need to be‐

clear, and clean cut

and placed exactly as they should.

Whomever is inside, pays their respect to these walls

they know where they should,

and shouldn't go

what does,

and what does not help‐

what to and not to say

and they know not to spill the confidentialities in these walls.

These walls‐

have fallen

and been rebuilt,

taller...

and taller...

and taller, but‐

only the insiders know that they are.

These walls‐

know that they are,

and know what they are‐

they know where and how they stand‐

and‐

I'm honestly not so sure where I'd be, if it weren't for these walls.