We all build walls. <br />Strong, thick, unyielding walls. <br />With every hateful word and angry quarrel, <br />Every falsehood and broken trust and heartbreak <br />We lay another stone. <br /> <br />Be mindful, my friend, when building those walls. <br />Don’t build so strong, or so high that you can no longer see <br />The sun or the stars; that you can no longer feel the rain and the wind. <br />I fear you’ll deny yourself the taste of tears and the warmth of <br />A lover’s breath in your mouth. <br /> <br />Without a door, my love, your walls become your prison.<br /><br />Mary Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/walls-3/
