If Walls Could Walk

(self)Love is a battlefield.

Chelvis Moon
Aug 22 · 1 min read
Photo by Jake Ingle on Unsplash

I’ve been high
up in my fortress
head above the clouds
hiding from desire
and listening to doubt.
The people have been crying
for me to come down
…but I don’t know how.
I tell them that I’m trying!
that it’s all I think about!
But sometimes —
protection means prison
you’re only safe
if you can’t get out.

The people think I’m flying
but I’m plunging to the ground.


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