Walls
Walls
Cynthia Garcia
I’m a lonely soul in a crowded world
The making of a woman but still a girl
There’s never a chorus to my song
I must be crazy, crazy or strong .
Where do I belong ?
I belong with the wind the rain is my friend
Even though all the stars of the nights blanket
Cannot begin to wrap around my soul to make ammenze
I try to take it in I try to mend .
I see what is and hope for what will be
Maybe what the two can find will make me , me .
Maybe then my wings will fly free .
I won’t let myself fall down I will not bleed
My walls protect me they are what I need .
Some say walls don’t save lives I say walls save my cries .
I keep in all that I have left of me I cherish those walls that set me free .
Inside those walls is a heart that beats solid tears
A heart that’s grown bigger and bigger all these years .
It is I and I will not die I stand ready to face our fears .
Little at a time my pain can yield only with those walls my shield .
I won’t let them go until my heart says so .
My heart will one day grow , then and only then will I know
That time has come Ill take my crown.
Ill spread my wings and open my soul to everything .
Never again will I be that lonely soul that cried wolf
I am the wolf that cries for that lonely soul.
Tears will come and go but in them I will not drown
I am not sleeping six feet below the ground
I am alive behind these walls
Alive and free .
Copyright © Cynthia Garcia | Year Posted 2014
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