My Walls Poem by Clive Culverhouse
My Walls
These walls are my sanctuary
guarding me, looking after me
stopping me, restraining me
my prison but my safety
where I hide
where I rule
a brick cloak of invisibility
You can't come in unless I let you in
I'm the master here
the prisoner here
the one who is suffering here
the one who is surviving here
A barrier, a security
my light house, my castle keep
an obstacle, a safety net
These are my walls
where I live
where I stay
Within these walls I'm stopping here
The words provide levels, conflictions etc but the walls themselves, to me, go to a deeper level. That of enclosing a space, ergo my space, my head space; therefore the walls make the enclosed space finite and restricts growth. Trapped with nowhere to go but more importantly no way out. This is a psychological detriment to a way out of this (depression) . This room/enclosure that the walls keep are, in my opinion, a false safe place, giving the impression it is safe but actually blocking and restricting, feeding the issue.
I am a project assistant at an adult learning centre; the project being a mental health support group.
Among people who "understand", "been there" the group normalizes in togetherness and support - this is truly a safe place.
Support groups help and people in them help each other. The people at the support group are now my walls, but of support and solidity. Although I work there, I get as much out of it as the members do.
Wow! ! The walls within which we live protect us from so many unwanted onslaughts as well as apply some limitations. The metaphor is quite eloquent. Thanks a lot.
It is very precious piece of work...meanwhile the " master and prisoner" are very fine words and well used here..making paradox and giving multiple meanings to this excellent poem..thank you for sharing..it deserves 10 with regards
o alone loneliness in four walls closed roof silent dark i'm into me deserted breathing nothing, nothing around dark or active brain........../// greatly enjoyed
Man builds the walls if he finds him unsecured, man breaks the walls when he finds he is no more vulnerable. A great psychological poem.
Safety within your walls a nice place to be in your life when all outside is frightening Enjoyed your poem Clive Alan.
i came back here. i plan to put it into my December showcase, on my part of PH. any questions? just ask. your name and the poem page's link shall accompany your poem. thanks. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Guarding, looking after, restraining me my safety where I hide where I rule the one who is suffering here the one who is surviving here Walls as a symbol for mental difficulties, pain and suffering from loneliness. The thought that i am unloved and i have no one…….. writing becomes a way out to present our thoughts to the fellow poets…… thank you for this symbolic poem. tony