Construction And Destruction Of The Wall Poem by grace mariner

And she built her wall.
Each brick crafted from the atrocities and losses that dominated her existence.
The mortar, her tears and blood created to seal that sanctuary,
that place of escape,
her personal panic room.
It would protect her from all that was meant to harm her.
To protect her from life.
But life is so much more than pain.
It is comprised of moments of content,
and happiness,
and many different types of love.
And so, with age often comes wisdom,
and with wisdom insight.
Her wall was not protecting her.
Instead it was locking in all of those demons, allowing them to hold
countenance over her one life.
And so she began to take down her wall.
Brick by brick it crumbled into the decay it had always been.
She was free from her own self sentenced prison,
coming forth anew, vulnerable, but instinctually capable.
Life is duplicitous.
We cannot know joy without sorrow,
light without darkness.
Only we can choose which will be the Master of our being.