Safety of Seclusion

It's time

To build up the wall again

I crave the safety of seclusion,

The embrace of isolation.

The only problem is

I've forgotten

What I did with the bricks.

I remember that the mortar was

The blood of my heart

Mixed with my tears,

But the bricks?

To find the bricks,

I'll have to

Rip apart my mind,

Look for the scar tissue

Look for the festering wounds

And embrace them again.

And I don't want to.

I want the happiness I've known,

Albeit briefly,

To stay.

But it never does.

So

I'll rebuild the wall

Enjoy its safety

And wonder occasionally

how things are

In the outside world.

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