Walls

Every time we’re together

I find another scar

Another souvenir left behind

by those that came before

Another line of charred remains,

another wall built high and wide

Hurt and burned so many times

and all I want to do

is push through with all my might

but I doubt that would get me inside

It would likely only leave me

left standing in the wreckage

empty-handed and alone

So I’ll try the long game

for as long as I can stand

There has to be a way inside

whether by crack or key

Some gap in these defenses

built in understandable response

to a world chock full of disappoinment

I have my own set of scars and walls

and they’re a big part of my hesitation

I’ve been burned by pushing too hard too fast

and also by not trying hard enough

So I stand in my own fortress

hoping you’ll let me in yours someday

as a little part of you has found

its way into my little world

and I think it best if we could try

to merge these walls together

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