December 8, 2009
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Walls have been built
To protect what’s inside.
They are meant to hide
That which can’t be found.

Sometimes a window is built
That someone may peer into
At the kindred souls who
They merely thought they knew.

Walls have been built
To hide the imperfections; the pain,
The sorrow, the bloody stain
Of the deep gashes and scars.

The heart cries out in anguish;
Crushed by the weight
Of desolation, anger, and hate;
As the walls smother the soul.

Wearily the heart beats;
For the other side is in sight.
So close, so near is the light
And it stumbles…

I tread upon a sandy shore.
Around me the water swishes.
Beneath my feet the sand squishes;
As I dance upon the river shore.

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