Wall

I built a wall. A wide, thick wall to protect me. A wall that stood between me and the world, covered me from its harm. I started to like my wall and built another one. Then, another one. Until the walls surround me. I liked my walls. It became my refuge. Hiding inside the walls became a habit. Until it was my home. I feel secured and comfortable. I never felt the need to protect myself anymore. I wasn't scared that something might come and hurt me again. The walls protected me. It was my home and my refuge.

The walls grew wider and thicker. I knew I was safe inside the wall. Everything will be fine as long as it's standing between me and the world. And it never stopped growing, it grew higher and thicker. I lost sight of the world and believed it's okay. The world only brought me pain. And I got scared of it. I feared everything that's in it, and that's why I let the walls grow so high, that it reached the skies. Let it be as thick as it can, so no one would be able to destroy it. Then, I lived safely inside the walls. Never afraid of the things that the world might throw my way. Never knowing what's on the other side. The walls covered me from harm. It was my protection and my refuge.

The walls grew higher. Even I can't get a peek of what's on the other side. I said it was fine. I don't need to see what's in it. It will only cause me disappointment, as it always had. The world has nothing to offer me but wounds. Its cruelty left scars in my heart, a reminder of what I had to go through before I had my walls. Now that I have my walls, it will cover me from hurt. It will be my protection and my refuge.

The walls are thicker now. Nothing like before. I couldn't hear what's on the other side. I can't hear the sound of people crying, pleading for mercy, begging for love. I was at peace. There was no chaos, no sorrow. The walls were my protection and my refuge.

The walls never stopped growing. It reached the skies. Even the birds couldn't go over my walls that stood so high. I never noticed them before. The walls are so thick, that I couldn't even hear them sing. But I never noticed them before. They can't come and visit me anymore, when will I see those little creatures again? Though, I never noticed them before. Now, I'm missing them, I'm wondering, why didn't I notice them before?

The walls are so high now. I didn't notice the walls I've created are slowly blocking the Sun. It's getting darker and colder inside the walls. The warmth provided by the Sun is slowly fading. As the walls get higher and thicker, I also get colder. Everything is turning darker. Till I couldn't see anything, not even my own hands. As I lost sight of everything, I remember how the birds used to sing for me. How the fire used to warm me and how the water used to hug me. How the rain used to wash me and how the wind used to caress me. The rainbow was an inspiration. The mountains were the goals. The storms were the challenges. And the flowers were the treasures. Oh how I didn't know them before. The beauty of the world I didn't see. The walls that I built to protect myself is now trapping me. I thought these walls are my protection and my refuge.

The walls have imprisoned me. I am now numb and blind to the world. I can only see glimpses of its shadows from memory. But it can only feed the mind and not the heart. I wanted to get out, to be free, to take the risk of being hurt and to see the beauty that the world shows. But the walls are now high and thick. The walls that was once my home is now my prison. What used to be my protection and my refuge is now keeping me captive.