I have fortress walls around me, with a little window I peer through to the other side when I want the breeze.
I like it this way.
There are many reasons for these walls; but mostly they were built one tear, one disappointment at a time; painted blue/black, like the color of my soul.
They protect me, and keep me alive.
There is no way to penetrate the walls, unless one is let in, for whatever reason.
Many try to breach; but what they don’t know is, that the walls have been so reinforced throughout the years, that the window is the only way to get in.
It is high up, and disappears when you look straight up into it.
I can feel the breeze tonight. It is warm, and makes me remember a time when the walls were not so blue/black.
A piano tune dances in the thickness of it.
I can feel the tears well up;
Taking me back into the fortress, once again.
J.Rounds (c)2016 ~Peaces of Me