Where does it come from, that invisible
Wall, that drops down and cuts me off from being
Touched by the joyful or the pitiful,
And makes me blind to all my heart is seeing?
What triggers it? The fear of being hurt?
The greater fear of feeling happiness?
Or is it just that I’m an introvert
Who shies away from anything’s caress?
And when I say “Why bother?” or “Who cares?”
Whose voice is that? Is it the inside me?
Is it the shell? Or one who never dares
Because he’s too beat down for bravery?
Who am I, that I need a wall of gray
To save me as it shrivels me away?
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells