I built walls higher each day,
And with each heartbreak, they climbed closer to the sky.
They're my protection and defense.
But if these walls could talk, they would sing.
The experiences and emotions contained in the square space are raw,
And there's no way you can block them out.
These walls absorb each and every thought and could sing songs of regret, intense love, anger, and hope.
As I've grown, so have these walls.
We intertwine, but we are independent from each other.
Without me, these walls would be ordinary,
But they have enough parts of me to stand on their own.

I look up to the sky above that my walls long to collide with,
For that's been their purpose all along.
These walls are strong and indestructible.
They know everything about me.
If you let them sing, they'll sing my song,
But maybe it's time that I take the opportunity to sing for myself.
These walls have held me up.
These walls have kept me safe.
But these walls have also deprived me of things that could have been. My walls are my comfort zone and the place where I have evolved.
I can't block everything out,
Then again, I can't let everything in.
My walls will stay up but this time,
I won't let them hold me in.

      m.h.