Painted Walls

My friend has painted walls
All guarding her and not
Allowing anything to come
In and touch or heal her

My friend has painted walls
It is really hard to see how
She is inside but slowly
She is taking them down

My friend has painted walls
She has more than she can count
But everyday there are 5 more up
And there may be 1/4 of a wall down

My friend has painted walls
They say tears cleans the hearts
Soul and I hope her tears take down
Those walls in her and make her clean

Mt friend has painted walls
She is slowly letting these walls
Down when talking to I and I hope
She can tear them all down one day

My friend has painted walls
Slowly the light peaks through
Starting out a some ray but slowly
Growing to a full sun inside her

My friend has painted walls
She sees she no longer needs
Them or has any up blocking her heart
My friend is free with a glowing
And truly beautiful heart

by Wensday Wood

Comments (1)

This poem alway makes me cry.