Stone Walls

5 Oct

“Isolation is a dream killer.” ~Barbara Sher

stone

Stone Walls

She’s been through so much pain
It’s a wonder she’s still sane
Abandoned by all those who should
Have supported and understood
So now she’ll never trust people again

She slaps the mortar down
And builds the stones around
So high that no one can get through
“With me no one will ever screw!”
She shouts defiantly with a stern frown

They come and do their best
The wall is pushed and pressed
But it is solid on outside
Each visitor; quickly denied
With her high stone walls no one can contest

They keep everyone away
The selfish ones at bay
The egotists who would just use
And take advantage and abuse
All people who threaten to wreck her day

She lives inside her fort
No family for support
No friends with whom to share her dreams
These stone walls have a price, it seems
Demons and angels; both alike they thwart

All those who only take
The ones who are so fake
As well as those who only live
To serve, to help, to love, to give
Neither of them can through the stone walls break

And so they all move on
‘Cause no one has the brawn
To dismantle the walls that block
To tear down the defending rock
They all give up and soon they are all gone

She hears nothing out there
No longer do they care
She drove them off because her guard
Did broadcast, barrage and bombard
To all visitors that she will not share

That there is no connection
No kinship, just objection
“Keep out, no visitors welcome!”
And like the stone, she grows so numb
Thanks to her self-made exile of protection

She sits there all alone
Surrounded by her stone
And wonders just how much hurt these
Walls have spared her from to appease
Her selfish wish to no longer be prone

To any kind of threat
To things that make her sweat
And work and strive and grow more strong
To show grace towards what is wrong
She stares at the stone walls now with regret

They haven’t spared at all
They have just kept her small
And terrified of the unknown
Her fear enabled by the stone
Her ego nurtured by the aloof wall

She reaches up to press
A stone and with success
It pushes through and drops to ground
Light pours in and she hears a sound
“Hello,” outside a kind voice does address

She leans down to the gap
And sees a friendly chap
He smiles unassumingly
“Lovely day, don’t you agree?
Or is it hard to tell from your stone trap?”

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3 Responses to “Stone Walls”

  1. Sue Dreamwalker October 7, 2013 at 9:44 am #

    So many built their walls around them Miro and they forget how to reach out to take a helping hand… Some times to trust is the biggest stone to push,
    This was indeed a wonderful poem highlighting how we build our own walls as we imprison ourselves behind self made barriers
    Wishing you well and a Peaceful Week
    Sue

  2. Xaka October 8, 2013 at 1:24 pm #

    I shared this on my blog. I love it! Thank you.

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