My wall begins to crumble
Yet I fight to keep it there
Locked away from prying eyes
And those who want to stare
It took an age to put it up
And keep me safe within
This boundry of emotion
Now seems a whisper thin
The hurt the pain, so far away
Now hovers like a cloud
To swirl around my fortress
Tearing layers from my shroud
My lake of tears, now so much dust
Lays dormant at my feet
To bare my soul, for all to see
Acceptance to my fate.
Graham Jones
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-home-7/
