Walls. Put up as boundaries, fences; a way to keep things in, as a way to keep things out. Built of wood, brick, stone, barbed wire, they all serve the same purpose. And sometimes they are completely invisible, built of heartbreak and betrayal.
I am struggling with those invisible walls right now. Unlike walls built of physical materials, which are easy to tear pull out and tear down, my invisible walls are hard to grasp and pull free. But there is a door within those walls, and it waits to be opened.
I have given away the key.
Masons, when they start upon a building,
Are careful to test out the scaffolding;
Make sure that planks won’t slip at busy points,
Secure all ladders, tighten bolted joints.
And yet all this comes down when the job’s done
Showing off walls of sure and solid stone.
So if, my dear, there sometimes seem to be
Old bridges breaking between you and me
Never fear. We may let the scaffolds fall
Confident that we have built our wall.