The Wall

You burn through my flesh like sharp fingernails filed to a tip.

Ripping and shredding at any walls I'd painstakingly built!

Why?!

Why are you breaking my walls down?!

I need those?! Don't you see!

I need them to protect me!?

My shell is strong, valiant and bright, but these walls are my defense! How dare you storm my walls!

Where is my peace offering? My suggestion for submission?

Will you ignore any resolution? Just fight to the death?

Tear down my walls, I dare you

Tear them down!

Burn the wood that bound them and supported them, crush the bricks that made them tall.

Melt that chain that locked that door...

Please?

Dear heavens above?

I submit to thee. . .

You are the one to make me free, each day another brick torn down, another section gone.

But my bricks lay to dry in the sun, ready to be set, hopefully in quick set, to build them tall and obscure.

My challenges, my challenge for you.

Soothe the need to build those bricks, agree you're not here to harm and conqure, another provence to add to your map.

But you can't, can you? For you feel the need to build those bricks too.

You sneaky fox.

You've discovered those abilities of mine to shelter and protect. Fight and defend, plan and execute. Store and ration.

Why?

Am I not good enough? Is my castle not fair enough? My lands not rich enough to plant your seed? Not enough for your wild mustangs to roam wild and free?

So I build... one brick at a time.

A wall, that's never ment to be broken down...