Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Guarding the Fortress

My heart is secured by lock and key,
bound by walls you cannot see.
What was once a hospital for healing,
has become a prison of my own design.

You're chipping away at the fortress within,
and I desperately long to let you come in.
A pebble slips out, small and unnoticed,
mortar crumbles, stones fall, keys turn.

I must remain on guard and alert,
so my walls will not fall down and I
will not with reckless abandon escape
to place my whole heart in your hands.

--Amber Hill
Jan. 19, 2009
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