It's time
To build up the wall again
I crave the safety of seclusion,
The embrace of isolation.
The only problem is
I've forgotten
What I did with the bricks.
I remember that the mortar was
The blood of my heart
Mixed with my tears,
But the bricks?
To find the bricks,
I'll have to
Rip apart my mind,
Look for the scar tissue
Look for the festering wounds
And embrace them again.
And I don't want to.
I want the happiness I've known,
Albeit briefly,
To stay.
But it never does.
So
I'll rebuild the wall
Enjoy its safety
And wonder occasionally
how things are
In the outside world.