The Wall

Hoping to guard my vulnerable heart,

I built a robust wall.

Expecting that its bolstered girth

would dull my certain fall

Eack brick was carefully measured.

The mortar laid with care.

Each facet painstakingly positioned.

No sacrifice left to spare.

Each crack plastered with vengeance.

The slightest fissure sealed.

No mighty sword or sharpened lance,

could pierce its forceful shield.

In spite of strengthened bastion,

my heart lay naked; prone.

The wall built for protection,

Became a friendless throne.

And now my cherished barrier

holds me as captive prey

No night on mounted destrier

will come to save the day

Rosevina Halley

March 27, 2010