[via Broomhildas Other Blog]

Shadows

Emotions flooding through the wall I’ve created.
I built it strong, It’s not even gated.
The shadows of shame, anger and hurt,
making me feel like a slug in the dirt.
The memories are there, some have leaked out.
I want to run, to scream, to shout.
There are cracks in the wall I thought so strong.
Shadows of guilt, telling me I am wrong.
It’s coming apart, this weakened wall.
I know that soon, the damn thing will fall.
When it falls, will I still exist?