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Taking Down the Wall

Two choices lay before me, regarding my strong wall
I could add another brick, or I could let it fall.

I wrestled with my thoughts and didn’t want to try
Taking down my walls would hurt; I thought that I would die.

And so I built it higher; I added bricks each day.
My wall became a fortress, I drove everyone away.

Eventually my wall took over: all my heart was stone.
No one now could penetrate, I was feeling so alone.

But then I started thinking: I did this to myself.
I don’t know how to fix this then I looked toward my shelf.

One book sat there dusty, its cover worn and cracked.
I opened to a dog-eared page and this is what it said:

I can give you new life, I’ll take your heart of stone
You’ll belong to me and I to you: You’ll never be alone.

I built my wall up brick by brick, that’s how I took it down.
Remembering my solitude brought me just a frown.

My life was changing, I let more people in.
The change I’d longed for all my life, started to begin.

I’m not saying it is easy, I’m human after all.
But I know He’ll be there for me, every time I fall.


*This was started a while ago. I added the last three “stanzas” tonight. And I finally think it’s starting to be true in my life. Hope you enjoyed it. Side note, the previous entry will be edited soon and another section added as per the requirements of my class. That’s all. Have a great day!



“As you know, I am a petal borne aloft on the autumn wind. It should say that in my file.” I like my alone time but get lonely frequently. I am dependable and trustworthy, a hard worker, and if I say I will do something, it will most likely be done. I am daily learning who I am and how I relate to people. I sing almost constantly. (Some would say I’m crazy or weird… I’m ok with that.) I am a singing, dancing photographer/writer/web-editor/proofreader who wants to change the world. I am on the cusp of a quarter-life crisis, navigating the ups and downs of becoming a grown-up. I find that as a twenty-nine year old woman, many of my friends seem to have the life I want: jobs in fields they love (with decent salaries), boyfriends, fiances, children, etc., while I seem somewhat stuck in a mediocre job with little time for a social life. I am a Christian trying to apply my very real faith to my equally real life. I have perfectionist tendencies which I blame on being an oldest child. I think that about covers it so... yeah.

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