Walls of a Prison

Every room has four walls, they may be high or low; this prison represses my tenacious spirit to take them down and run free! Solitude can be powerful for some to build up that sense of manly pride, but inside the longing is strong to embrace someone and go on! I spent half of my life in deplorable solitude, detesting my brother's bumptiousness... seeing him through different lenses; doubt can be as volatile as burning fire! Regardless of how he may have seemed, he had the same thick blood as I had, the same temptations and imperfections; I paid for my mistrust in him very dearly. These sturdy walls restrain my ability to overcome fear, how far is the outside world? How intense is the desire to escape from this desolation and finally breathe the sweet air of freedom? Even the strongest walls shouldn't discourage me from knocking them down and set myself free! How lovely is a sky without clouds for someone that saw only rain!