Most of us have walls a mile high to protect our vulnerabilities. If we are very fortunate, those closest to us can carve a door and enter. Life teaches us to build walls more often than it permits us to drop them. The sad reality stands that more people seem ready to judge than to accept. There's an honesty in your poem that I truly appreciate and respect, Liz. Sharon
beautiful and very sad...
and sometimes we just need to open our arms and there is always someone right by our side that need a hug and also can't braeck the wall...
A wonderfully written piece of the torment one feels behind the walls of their own prison. I love how you've decorated the piece making it visually appealing. I wish I knew how to do that, I can't even figure out how to add pictures or music to my pieces! I'm not very computer saive.
Most of us have walls a mile high to protect our vulnerabilities. If we are very fortunate, those closest to us can carve a door and enter. Life teaches us to build walls more often than it permits us to drop them. The sad reality stands that more people seem ready to judge than to accept. There's an honesty in your poem that I truly appreciate and respect, Liz. Sharon
Liz, it is so good to see you writing and posting, again. As I read this beautiful poem, I thought of myself. I see so much of me in what you have written here.
Whetherthis is true or not, it's sad, a poetic tragedy. Its metre is very fine, the phrases flow like honey. It's a wonderful piece set in straightforward words and phrases.
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