WALLS

We build walls. 

We build them to protect ourselves from the elements, we build them to keep us safe from attacks from enemies, but we also build walls to hide.

I wonder sometimes if we shouldn’t be building more fences than walls.

I want to be safe just like everyone else does, but I’ve noticed that my walls can be so high that no one, no living creature can surmount them.  Not even Superman.

Maybe if we spent more time building fences, we could use some of that effort used to build walls and build some fucking bridges!

“We, as people, very much like our walls.
It’s safe.  But lonely.”
     ~ K. Holder

I’m not always safe.  I’m never dangerous, but I may not always do things the “appropriate” way.  I don’t want to be lonely.  I want to thrive, and live, and surround myself with really incredible people!

Once you get inside the walls, you’re trusted.  You’re one of my ‘people’.  And that’s a place that not many will ever know or experience.  But sometimes I just push those I am closest to outside and lock the gate.  An extremely extroverted introvert, I want to hide behind those walls in the hardest times.  When I’m licking my wounds or just in pain from a little boy being absent again.

I find myself sitting here alone, walls all intact.

But in a few short days someone comes in and refuses to go away.  They knock at the gate.  I hesitate, but realize what I’ve been waiting for may have just shown up.  

And hope to knock down a few walls.