Walls Closing

I feel the walls closing in around the soft places of my heart

Unwittingly, without permission, as if by unconscious command

Whether to protect or to derail, I know not, dear soul,

Only that the corners of my mind still connected to hope are fading

And I am powerless to this unwanted fate.

Maybe it is better, in the end, to feel the gradual numbness grow

Than to succumb to a pain unlike any I have known

The sharp void of of knowing the truth, the inescapable truth,

Of my own flaws and losses combined into one perfect storm.

Eventually, healing will catch up to the fragmented heart pieces

Generating a battle-worn version, a guarded hologram of me,

Finding myself again in the hidden maze of life

Still soft, still loving, but never again the same.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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