She Built Her Fortress Without Doors And Reinforced It With Steel And Tears
Under lock and key
She wandered through life, learning as she goes
But it didn’t take long for her to learn to protect,
The world is not a fair place, or especially kind
In all aspects, more so as her heart was wrecked.
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Over the years she became more guarded, wary
Of those that easily sprouted love from their lips,
A word that can mean so much but also so little
While her heart was open she was not equipped.
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She built walls to wrap around her tender heart
Soft walls that were easily climbed, in any case,
So she rebuilt these walls in stone, a lot higher
Learning that love is cruel, easy to be replaced.
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Until recently she found love entering her domain
It had entered her castle and unlocked the door,
The stone barricade wrapped around her heart
Crumbled at his feet, promising all he had in store.
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She smiled lovingly as she noticed all the debris
Stone scattered far and wide, all torn asunder,
Somehow he had destroyed all her protection
As she gazed on, filled with awe and wonder.
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Then overnight her world broke one more time
She was left standing in the graveyard of stone,
Too hurt, too devastated to really understand
How it was she found herself once more alone.
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That’s when she knew she needed to learn fast
Build that barricade back around her tender heart,
Love had left her bloody, bruised and battered
As she watched all her joy and happiness depart.
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She has now taken great care to build a structure
That encloses her heart to all, she’ll no longer fear,
This time she decided to build a large fortress
Built without doors, reinforced with steel and tears.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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