The Fortress


The walls are high
and built to withstand 
the harshest
assaults. 

They were pieced together
over the years
using
scars
as mortar. 

I’ve paid the price
for this barrier
with bits of my soul.  

Although my heart
is protected,
my spirit
has suffocated
behind these walls. 

Heaving back the bolt,
I slowly open the door. 

Through the crack
I see the light
of a new day. 

The promise of tomorrow
beyond the horizon. 

Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson

*All is well my friends. Just something my Muse came up with. :)

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