Walls

I have grown weary of the troubles in my heart. Too many feelings run through as if there were no walls to stop them. This can not continue for me. I have grown too weary of this. Perhaps the walls need to be rebuilt. Stronger, higher, and thicker.

There is no understanding of these troubles that rule the heart. Only the desire to have them stopped.

There has to be some way to to plunge the heart into total darkness so that nothing can reach it, nothing can find it, and all that is seen, felt, heard, loved, lost, hated, will be safe.

Beautiful walls of stone and ice. Surround me completely and hide the light from my heart.