In a world full of darkness where fear resides,

I built myself a fortress that I live inside.

In a world where dangers lurk all around,

I hide a place within that I have found.

It’s normal to seek a shield from pain;

to seek shelter from the rain.

My walls are high and built strong.

I let nobody tell me my walls are wrong.

Protection from the world is my priority.

I grip tightly to my own authority.

Brick by brick, I establish my safety.

I let nobody approach me too hastily.

My fortress has become my self-made prison,

but vulnerability terrifies me deep within.

I keep a veil of anger to keep others away,

refusing to say the words I need to say.

I am on an endless road of rage;

the intensity of my story grows page by page.

How long must I keep up my shield?

I am terrified of secrets revealed.

So, I remain hidden within my prison,

terrified of letting anyone in.

Though deep down, I long to be free,

The trap of vulnerability is all I see.

Amber