My Wall

My wall—
 my fortress
 my friend
Erected hurt by hurt
 memory by memory
Enclosing me within.

My wall—
 now my prison
 my mausoleum
Keeping me from intimacy
 from life itself
Trapping me with a fury of emotion
Consuming me piece by piece.

I must tear down my wall
 hurt by hurt
 memory by memory
Till my soul is free
 free to love
 free to live
 free to be me.

by annie 

copyright: 1991: annie  All Rights Reserved