Walls Are My Friends

Walls. Walls help to keep up the roof which keeps us dry and safe from the elements. Walls. Separates one living space from another. Walls. Act as fences to keep things out of where they don't belong. Walls. An impenetrable structure.

I love walls.

In the past, I have been accused of building walls around me. Walls that I like to think, protect me in the same matter as walls around a village which protects the common folk from the harsh elements of the outside world.

Walls.

I happen to think that my walls are surrounding me to protect the delicate balance of my life. Let the truth be known, there was a point in my life that I did not even acknowledge the existence of such walls until much later in life. Walls. A defense mechanism to ward off hurtful and evil things.

I love my walls. It is my choice who to allow inside the vast concrete walls. Hurt me once and I build taller, stronger, deeper walls. Show me kindness and perhaps I will chip away at one or two bricks, but never, never will the walls come completely down to expose my most vulnerable side as I am protecting myself from being marred, saddened, wounded, offended or being crushed.

Several have said it is too exhausting to get past the walls to learn the real me. Some say that it is just is too tiring to keep chipping away at the walls. I say, if you can't deal with my walls, then you can't deal with me.

And for that, is your loss. Not mine.