With measured steps
my stride is fast, my gait even.
I do not falter.
Even when you throw lines
laced with your charm.
Designed to trip me.
To halt my progress,
force me back to the centre.
So you can see my eyes.
In this glass house,
I long for walls.
Written for The Thursday Think Tank prompt - Glass Houses
10 comments:
Somewhere safe to rest your mind with walls
Nice thoughts.
Susannah,
Excellent as you have captured the spirit of the prompt. No-where to hide!
Eileen
I feel her pacing, caged inside the walls. Like the ending words.. long for walls ~
'In this glass house i long for walls'. What an ending!
i LOVE the ending, Susannah... beautiful piece.
I long for walls too..
stapled maples
I like this very much. Everyone does need walls of their choosing in their lives!
I think walls are essential to contain us, enable us to be unhibitedly ourselves, without having to wonder about how we appear to others. You have made me think!
Thanks very much for your comments everyone, much appreciated. :-)
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