Walls

Walls

Here I sit within these castle walls of mine..
wishing ther was just one bay window with a view of different kind..
these walls of personal files inside my mind
have constructed a barrier that keeps me blind..
pacing within these walls of mine back and forth,
 back and forth looking for just a crack of light...
but all I see are stones built from pain the thick mortor mixed with tears
surrounded by my moat of fears that only gets deeper over the years..
incased by doubt I stumble about searching these files of mine for a life thats more defined..
but I find the view of my life is that of a different kind,
so I file it back away and add to the layers of doubt that swim around me each day..
some days I want to climb these walls of mine...
and search for that window with a view thats more sublime..
where doubts dont swim about or hold me back,
 a vision of blue skies thats not seen through just a crack..
so confined to these walls in my mind am I, will I ever again see the clear blue skies,
 wishing for this so hard my heart cries..
but these walls wont open up and let me out, I fear they are ruining my life with doubt, shielding me from the wonders I dream about..

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