the wall

brick by brick she builds the wall
and smooths the mortar into place.
she doesn’t know herself beyond her hands,
which place the stones with utmost care
she doesn’t remember what lies within
which she strives so to protect
she only knows the wall.
the wall. security. protection. safety.
she doesn’t feel the pang of isolation
she doesn’t know the desolation
of her own lonesome heart
she only knows the wall.
the wall, these bricks, this mortar
the broken striving hands
the refuge of an empty mind
the ease of an empty heart

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