My Walls
My walls are beautiful
high and strong
protecting me from those
who wish me harm
My walls were constructed
after many long years
I toiled to months
to make them firm
My walls keep out
those who scare me
but they also trap me inside
very much alone
My walls are solid
I forgot a door
so down and down
I tore my walls
My walls are down
and then I met you
why did I ever hide
inside
My walls are far behind
I remember why I left
but now I am out
in the cold
My walls protected me
from the world
and you reminded me
of why.
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