No more walls

   You allow me a place to vent. How my love for you grows with every passing hour I am by your side. A slow, steady heartbeat is the most amazing thing to hear when it is your chest my ear lays over, my hand resting on one strong shoulder. You would never hurt me, but rather protect me.

  Almost everyday I get lost in an ocean within my very own mind. My emotions are the water and my thoughts the creatures swimming beneath. I am a scuba diver stuck in the dark with limited oxygen. You help me breath.

  Like the light which allows me to see through the dark, your love and words are my candle leading me out of a shallow grave. When the depths of my mind become too hard to handle you light me a path, your words glowing crystals in the walls of the cave. Shooing away bats and scaring the demons around.

  When many others feed on my insecurities, as if a platter of my darkest emotions was their favorite meal, you feed me emotions of love and compassion. Your feelings for me are my life source. The nutrition which allows me to move around healthily.

  Thunder sounds in the sky. Lightning hits the house and lights it on fire. My walls are burning! Every bit of fabric and furniture I kept neatly inside slowly turns to ashes! The heat is too much to bear.

  "Help!" The walls continue coming down. The metal beams keeping the roof up collapse. The whole complex falls to the ground below. A hole opens up in the ground and everything falls through, never to be seen again.

  It's raining profusely! More thunder sounds. The lightning of emotions strikes everywhere! I can't handle this. The walls are down, the safety nets sent into oblivion. There's nothing keeping me from showing my weak side.

  I fall to my knees, hands covering my eyes. Your voice mixes with the thunder and sounds distant. Two protective arms circle around a thin figure. Your chin rests atop my head. We both sit in the darkness for what seems like forever.

  Just as I start feeling content, you stand up with a warm smile on your face. I look up and see the storm is gone. The stars are out, though it is still dark. You reach out one hand, the palm rough as sandstone yet gentle as a mother to a baby. I hesitantly take it, and see a bright light. The darkness fades, and I am now home. No walls, no furniture, but an open meadow. Cows and horses roam free. Children play in a nearby pond.

There are no walls.