Walls

 
 
 
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.
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