I HAVE WALLS
I have walls,
so very high.
Oh, these walls,
they out- reach the sky.
These walls were built
over the years,
Protection from pain,
protection from fears.
There's pain I feel
outside my shell.
Turns walls to steel,
worlds to hell.
How do I lift them?
and set myself free,
There has to be something,
why can't I see?
There's love and trust
of somebody new.
But it seems not enough,
it just won't do.
Wish I could find
a way to break through--
Turn myself loose.
see the world anew.
Just when I think
it's safe to come out,
There, you see them?
Fears lurking about.
I'm afraid to get
to anyone too close,
What is it I fear
I will lose the most?
My decisions and losses
have caused me great pain.
Am I afraid it will happen
all over again?
I can break the walls,
I can free the ghost,
But my fear and pain,
hurts me the most.
Maybe over time
the walls will crumble.
I guess until then,
forever I'll stumble.
So, yes, I admit it,
inside me, and tall --
Though you may not see them,
I have walls.
Pamela says, "It definitely makes a point, I think."