Saturday, January 8, 2011

Walls


Walls

Really, aren't we all somewhat alone inside?
Keeping our true feelings secret, the things we hide?
Building our defensive walls formidable and high,
Concealing from others our most vulnerable side?
Then, locked in our impenetrable fortresses,
Crystals of icy purposelessness pierce our hearts,
And we are reminded of something we knew from the start.
Love from another, as from our mother, in loving arms where we rest,
Is equally essential to life as nourishment was from her breast.

Dan Bowlds