Light as a feather
Floating in a glass smooth water surface
Not a ripple caused
Not yet at least
The calm before the storm
The clouds darken above
The sky becoming angry, temper rising
Droplets start to fall
Just like the walls inside me
As I break to dust, leaving nothing behind
The emotion swirling like a whirlpool
A myriad of actions that occur
The fall from the place that is safe
A place where the mind can heal
And slowly build the wall back up
Nothing is wrong, everything is at the same time
The whisper of the voices, the taunting, the pain
Walls can be torn down
Walls can be built back up
Walls will always crack
And I will always fight
