My wall begins to crumble <br />Yet I fight to keep it there <br />Locked away from prying eyes <br />And those who want to stare <br /> <br />It took an age to put it up <br />And keep me safe within <br />This boundry of emotion <br />Now seems a whisper thin <br /> <br />The hurt the pain, so far away <br />Now hovers like a cloud <br />To swirl around my fortress <br />Tearing layers from my shroud <br /> <br />My lake of tears, now so much dust <br />Lays dormant at my feet <br />To bare my soul, for all to see <br />Acceptance to my fate.<br /><br />Graham Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coming-home-7/
