Walls
I look at the walls,
I once knew so well.
That have now crumbled to the ground.
I let you in and you tore them down.
Now you’re gone and I’m left with the remains.
Starting from square one.
It seems I do that
Constantly.
Time to rebuild the walls.
Maybe make a house
Where I can stay forever
Quiet as a mouse.
Hiding from everyone
Keeping myself far far away.
- Layla Meisegeier
Photo by: Dakota Herbin