Poetry – Walls.
Walls; we’ve all got them, right? I’m not talking about the kind of walls that we hang our pictures on, but the ones that we create for ourselves. Our mental barriers that, oddly enough, can often be stronger than the ones that line our humble abodes. For many reasons, we construct walls to keep stuff in, or to keep stuff out. Some are based on past experiences, while many are raised by fears. Either way, they’re ultimately a hindrance; they prevent a freedom of true expression. We will atrophy behind them, thinking that we’re protected, until we earn our release. Let’s get out of there, right? Think about it. Best of days to all, and thanks for reading!