The Wall

The wall grew.

Slowly,

Brick by brick

But no one saw.

The bricks;

Each one a broken promise:

An insult.

A cruel smile.

Devoid of love.

Carefully placed to protect,

Invisible

but

Permanent.

No one wanted to climb it

No one could see how high it had grown

No one cared enough to try.

And so it grew,

In secret,

Twisted with thorns,

Shielded by ice.

A Great Wall of shame,

Inner turmoil,

Overwhelming sadness,

And there she waited:

Hoping,

Wishing,

Someone would see,

Someone would try,

But nobody did.

And so the wall closed in.

A cold familiar hug;

To keep out the world.

To keep out the hurt.

The wall would never break.

Not like her fallen heart.

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