You draw your lines in the sand,
as though you were conducting traffic around your heart.
“Danger Zone!” “Falling
“Road Work Ahead!”
“Detour” sign, lest any unsuspecting soul should be
by the of your heart.
You may never have meant to build walls,
the sand built up and cemented as you dug your
lines deeper and allowed them to fill with
obstacles to any who might try and get close.
to see what you have done!
Do you feel the walls closing in?
Do you know there are monsters in your fortress with you?
birthed to range those high, worn, battlements. Protecting you, tiny, soft, and
vulnerable without them
…or is it to them?
Do you feel safer with the dark drawn close?
A lover’s arms
Until it is time to sleep, at long last, without dreaming,
under a warm blanket
Nestled in the Night.
I am a girl. I am a child of fantastical dreams and mine has been a restructured reality. A single city, county, state, region, country has never been enough, my dreams surpass that. Those same dreams that have never come true due to my own lassitude. In my life I have aged, but I am not sure I ever grew up, I have traveled but not well or often, my experiences are different from yours and I would not trade you.
I blog at The Red Queen’s Garden