Wall

I have a wall inside me. You do, too.

It’s made of bricks of mistrust held together with the mortar of fake smiles and dodging questions.

We all have something inside to protect, to hide. Whether it is pain or a secret or a dream or a stained memory, there is something hidden behind that wall. It goes up in the stiffness of shoulders and the clenching of the jaw. It keeps safe the part of us the world cannot see.

Because there is always the driving fear that if we let our wall down, our last defense, we will be rejected. The danger of closeness and trust is ever present. The wall keeps us safe.

Until we find the person our wall comes tumbling down for.