Although I move about each day
inside these Walls of pain
There is a garden in here.
With Amazing and rare blooms.
Following the sunshine and with deep roots.
Nourished by my tears
And fed with my dreams
And beyond the reach of the dark
A specter of color and heavenly fragrances.
No one knows what waits behind these walls
And fewer will ever feel the soft breezes
That blows through the halls.
The magical scenes that can fill the eyes and soul.
Memories and laughter stored like chests of gold.
It is my realm.
I alone must rule
I hold this castle and my flag flies high
It proves that I have not surrendered.
I am undefeated.
Some may occasionally pass
And sometimes stop and attempt to cast
Arrows and spears within the walls
But none so sharp that will make me fall
Or surrender all that I have and protect
Although these walls are made with hot thorns and viney pain
They are walls that I can know well
These walls that keep me inside
Like flesh and bones so softly hide
Today I looked beyond these walls and
Remember landscapes long ago
Everywhere there are castles,
Some like mine
That only the brave and strong shall climb.
For those who dare to breech these walls
They share my riches and share it all
For no one else will ever see
Behind these walls and inside of me.
Drink deep my dearest.
My precious friend.
See this garden so loved and true.
It will always grow and be waiting here
Inside these walls; only for me and you.
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I love the poem.
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