Enfolding mother walls
defining my space
allow the creative freedom of security.
Hugging me to me,
comforting portraits adorn
your warm wooden surface
as I avow
this room my womb.
“We’re building walls between us.
Walls between us!” You said, you shouted,
“All those words, words, words,
words of analysis and placing blame.
Why don’t you just touch me, hold me,
let me get back in touch with you?”
But I couldn’t reach you through
the walls of silence.