There are some days
When I'm angry
Or sad or hurt or in pain emotionally
And when this happens
The walls go up
Sometimes they are made of glass
And just one tap can shatter those walls
And I'm fine
And it's like breathing for the first time
But then there's the days
When it's a wall of 7 foot thick iron
And it takes days, weeks, thousands of taps
To break the wall down
And I can be free again
But what I'm afraid of
My ultimate fear
Is that one day
The walls will go up
And no one, nothing, will bring them down again.
YOU ARE READING
Blinking away the tears
PoetryJust some poems that I write when I get inspiration. May be some triggers in there.
