Therapy

I built this wall for

Protection.

I don’t care that it became my

Destruction.

Tearing it down is causing

Confrontation.

I don’t want to deal with my

Desperation.

I built this wall for

Protection.

You tear it down for my

Resurrection.

Reviews

[Klais]

But we had tough days, too. This year, I was subjected to a depression. Fortunately, it proved simpler than I expected since I was a correct professor on these subjects in good time and I think I can encourage you if I say I can find Calmerry questions. Some of these individuals are present due to the complex situation of our planet.

[Scarlet]

I'm sorry I didn't read this before. I didn't see your request. I think this says a lot about people in very few words. I've been like this and spoken to people like this. People are so complex. They keep themselves locked away for protection but it ends up hurting them. I love this little poem. Great job

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! love the title ... fantastic perspective of your speaker ... your poem raises the question of just how helpful "therapy" can be ... who says walls have to come down? if its our survival that depends on them ... hmmmmmmm never quite thought of it that way ... i agree with the Barley Girl .. raw .. cuts to the bone .. i like the emphasis your one word lines bring to reading this ... i see sarcasm and irony in your closing lines ... its like the "therapist" is doing the work for his/her own gratification .. ignoring the protection it brings ... of course that is just one interpretation ... there are all the reasons one should deal with the pain of revealing deep inner feelings and thoughts ... and of course therapy does help many many people through very difficult times ... you got me thinking Luvs .. so well done says i!
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[barleygirl]

This is an awesome msg becuz of the raw blunt energy of speaking one's truth without trying to make it look any kind of way for the benefit of others. This describes me to a "t" . . . I am a hardcore loner & people look in from the outside & diagnose my life as lonely, but they have no idea my journey. I have pretty shocking experiences that led me to these walls. Who cares? It's not even worth explaining, sometimes, but your poem explains it in as terse a way as can be, which is all it deserves. If people can't accept my walls, they can't accept me (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[wordman]

sometimes we just need the sunshine,a cool breeze to let us think

[Malise Haligree]

Oh, very true, how harmful the walls we build around can be to our own well being, despite them being raised in protection.