by B. Harris

Created on: September 04, 2010

My wall is high and wide.

It towers over me, causing the shadow

to be cast over my life

The wall was built up slowly

over years

keeping my soul safe from pain

Keeping people away

who might get too close

Protection

Safety

    loneliness.

Sometimes the cold stone

of my wall

carries with it terror and longing to escape

But people have long stopped

trying to get past my wall.

I see them from a distance

And cannot seem to change that.

No matter

how much I long to.

My wall stretches high above me,

An obstacle so big

leaving me no choice

but to continue living

in its shadow

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