Walls

In childhood we open wide for all to enter in, we know not those with poor intent expose us to their sins.

They take the pictures from our walls and treat them with distain, they break our cherished keepsakes unaffected by our pain.

So brick by brick our lives become a bleak façade of stone. We come to harsh conclusions that we're better left alone.

Yet in our darkened palaces we find no hope or joy, the strongholds we employed with care all kinships have destroyed.

Loved ones stand outside the gate, yet comes our harsh reply " if entrance now I grant to you my castle you'll decry!"

So in our lonely self-made cell we wallow in our grief, hoping laughter shields the eyes that stare in unbelief.

The answer to the happiness you long for desperately, is found not in the barricade you built for all to see.

Nor is it gained in banishing all possible escape, baring doors and windows truly sealing in your fate.

Elation comes in wrecking balls that smash your hardened soul, controlled by those who hold you dear, who seek to see you whole.

The fort may seem in all the world like safety, calm and peace, but with no risk comes no reward your heart, you must release.

So open up, uncage the bird to some but not to all, reap the bliss that only comes from breaking down the walls...