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Walls


My walls are coming down

It’s inevitably happening

Not all at once, like Jericho,

Rather brick by brick

Chip by chip

Plink, Plink--I hear the echo

In my soul

I feel brand new

Raw and insecure, slightly askew,

But oddly comforted

Because the walls are being dismembered with care

Pieces intact, I remember why they were there

But it doesn’t matter anymore

Now that I’ve been shown again

What it’s like to feel again

The sun shining bright

The rain making clean new life

The wind bringing new promise

The earth laying out a new path

The shore displaying excitement of things that could come

And most of all--Love

My fortress is becoming a beautiful city

A place just for me

Because of true friends

And promises of things that can, and will, be

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Nothing2Lose

College student, karateka, average bookworm/nerd, music lover, traveller/wanderer--oh and secret writer twitter: @taylorkinz235

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