Wall

I always think about

The walls I’ve built around myself.

They are strong,

Resolute.

No storm can make it past them.

No earthquake can make them crack.

I’m proud of these walls.

Whatever I feel, is at a lower intensity.

I feel detached from my reality-

Like I am looking in on my life

And not living it.

I am grateful for these walls.

However, when I tried to take the wall down

as happiness came my way,

It didn't break-

It did not even splinter.

I tried hammers;

And axes

And harsh words,

But it held on tight.

I often think it is because

I was foolish to think,

That there were people on the other side of my wall-

Waiting to pull me out.

But there were none.

On the other side-

There was a massive void

Of empty promises

and sticky lies.