I built myself a fortress
With walls of sound
Closed myself inside
Screamed at whoever tried
To drag me out
Bricks of words and mortar of
Granite where
the emotions should have been
But I made sure the decibels hid
All feeling
And naught of me could be
Heard, or seen
And I raged and kicked and fought
To be let alone
Sealed in the stones, in the fortress of sound
And I’d thought I would heal
But I didn’t realize
That I’d be driven to insanity
Trapped in the silence



9 thoughts on “Fortress

  1. PapaBear says:

    Prisons are never good places to heal, Cookie. . . . XO


  2. and yet, in the short time since our lives have intersected, I have seen a softening, a heartening, a strengthening…

    and I am stirred in hope for the amazing things that are coming in the future.


  3. Madsies says:

    Strength to you! 🙂


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