When Walls Fall Down

I built these walls so high and thick,

Stone by stone, brick by brick.

To keep the world and hurt at bay,

To hide the cracks that showed the fray.

But inside this fortress cold and bare,

I’m trapped within my own despair.

Silent screams behind locked doors,

Wounded soul that aches and soars.

Every tear I swallowed deep,

A secret I’m afraid to keep.

Each one chipped away at me,

Leaving scars you cannot see.

I learned to smile, to fake the light,

While shadows swallowed every night.

Laughter hollow, smiles thin,

A fragile mask to hide the sin.

I wear my pain like battle scars,

Fought through nights beneath the stars.

But sometimes the weight is hard to bear,

When no one knows how much I care.

This is not strength — it’s mere survival,

A dance on edges, a harsh revival.

The raw, exposed edges of my heart,

Learning slowly to restart.

I held onto memories, sweet and sour,

Moments of sunshine and bitter showers.

Each one a thread, a fragile hope,

Tying me to this tightrope.

I stumbled, I fell, I broke apart,

Pieces scattered, a shattered heart.

But somehow in the darkest night,

I found a flicker of stubborn light.

It whispered softly, “Hold on tight,

You’re more than your pain and endless fight.”

A voice inside, quiet but true,

Saying, “I believe in you.”

So I begin to tear down walls,

Feel the fear as silence falls.

Let the light pour in like rain,

Wash away the bitter pain.

I’m learning how to breathe again,

To love myself through loss and gain.

No longer hiding, no longer bound,

Standing tall on shaky ground.

Because healing isn’t straight or fast,

It’s a journey that will always last.

With every scar, with every tear,

I grow stronger year by year.

When walls fall down, I’m free to see,

The broken parts still belong to me.

A masterpiece of pain and grace,

A heart reborn in a fragile place.