Walls

You live a life surrounded by walls

built up, up, up around you as high as you could go.

You bring me in when it gets lonely

when you feel hopeful

when the shadows recede

just to throw me over the edge to the other side again later,

when the insecurity seeps in and the fear of potential loss creeps back.

All of a sudden, they're behind you,

climbed right up your walls and slithered down over you again,

and all of a sudden, I'm alone —

spared a broken neck with a view of bricks and an empty landscape otherwise.

Where will I go now?

And where did you think I was going when I had the option to stay?