I built my walls up strong and high
So nothing could harm me;
But when those walls came crashing down
It set my old heart free.
And though this world is dark and cold
When you’re trapped here all alone;
In your absence I’ll find strength
I’ll seek happiness on my own.
(As part of my new blessing counting mantra, I’ve decided my poetry should be a bit more optimistic as I tend to scribble with cynicism most of the time. I’ve always found it harder to capture hope and happiness than melancholy and sadness, but I hope in time I can improve my positive writing and, in turn, my positive outlook in life.)