In this life, the walls created
Promise to provide shelter,
Protection from the greatest storms,
The wildest, rockiest intrusions man can concoct
And they do—
Shuttered up tightly, my walls guarded me
Each day and night so that nothing unwanted
Or unpleasant was granted willing entrance
This didn’t stop the storms from rattling at the doors
And breaking out the glass,
Ripping from the roof and foundation fragments of debris,
And still, I all but disappeared behind my fortress
And the voices, pleasant and gentle, whispered,
“Let me in”
Promising joy and thrills not found in safe places
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Thank you, Ashley! So appreciate this today. The photograph elicited a huge sigh from me. <3
Exquisite