Building Walls by Cobygirl

She walks through life with one eye looking at the sky
And the other staring down a wishing well
One to take away the pain
And one to resurrect the hope
That life isn't something passing her by
A fairy tale her father read to her
While she lay tucked beneath princess sheets and naive nurtured security
People laugh and children grow
But she sees shallow misconceptions in hollow eyes
She painstakingly builds her walls one brick at a time
She doesn't want to be like them
Yet she cries herself to sleep because she is so different
She steals away in midnight's darkness
To carve out graves where she can hide
The shadows are the only friends she has left
Hiding from the world what they can never know
That she loves too much to let anyone close enough to break her heart
So her walls of rock and brick and steel
Protect her from all she fears and all she hides from
But she doesn't know
That her walls don't encircle her
They only build higher and higher in places she can only see
And behind her back, closer and closer, her fears are creeping
Icy fingers reaching for strong shoulders
Supporting the weight of her reality and her imaginary world
That she has built, based on fear and distrust
A foundation cracking and falling apart
But all she sees
Are hollow eyes, handmade walls, imperfections
And a hope
That is slipping...away.

Catyrose (128.123.85.206) -- Thursday, March 22 2007, 01:49 pm

Excellent write
Sad, but realistic. You have written a very powerful poem here that describes well how many people endure (not live!) due to fear and past hurts. Very well done. Left an impact on this reader.

Tammy (64.57.160.163) -- Sunday, March 25 2007, 04:35 am

Cobygirl
I have to agree with Catyrose on this write, it is excellent. Truly enjoyed the read.

Bipedalguy (4.156.108.139) -- Sunday, March 25 2007, 10:26 am

Really good
I tried before to comment on this, and nothing was quite appropriate, so now I try again.
This is a positively great write, and even though I can't put it into words, I understand it, and it reaches me.
Bipe

barb (67.58.206.166) -- Monday, March 26 2007, 04:49 pm

so good
understanding,insightful,knowledgeable,yeh some feel this way,too bad but if they found a way to be happy and peaceful,this write will help that others understand WHY they are like this , for them to survive

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