Poetic Justice

My white picket fence

That's all I really want,
A summers day,
With the sun gleaming onto my shoulders,
And a smile as large as infinity,
Planted across my face.

A home,
With windows and a pretty little oak door.
I don't care about how the windows look,
As long as the sun streams in,
Lighting up the entire house.

A sidewalk leading to the front of the house
With a prim and proper welcome mat,
In front of the door.

The door should be ajar,
Much like the door of my heart should be.
I've lived a life with my heart sealed up,
With a door that had no lock for far too long
I need open doors this time,
I need doors to welcome the world,
Into it's array of perfection this time.

I want a white picket fence around the
House.
I've seen enough walls before,
Porturding into the sky,
Hard and made of brick,
Others stone cold and made of steel,
I've seen all of these walls,
I've built all of these walls,
The ones that used to protect my heart,
But I want them to be gone,
I want them to be replaced with a
White picket fence.

I want strong arms,
To be wrapped around me,
The arms who will always be there for me,
To protect me through all the raging seas,
The arms of the one who showed me,
To leave the door of my heart ajar.
The arms of the one who showed me,
How to break down my walls.

I don't want the perfect house,
I don't want a mansion,
I don't want unrealistically green pastures,
I know that's not what life is about,
I just want to stand on my front porch,
One day,
Smile to myself,
In awe of my white picket fence.