Walls

All these walls that we build, for what and for who? What scares us so badly that we should build them so high? I’d like to see this frightening world around me; I don’t recall what made me this way. Was I always so scared? Well I’m done now. What good is fearing the unknown? We can never cure this fear, unless we fight into the darkness, tear down these towering walls and face the piercing cries we hear. I will escape, follow if you wish but know that my course will stay true. I will fight and I die, but I will know my killer. Waiting, so protected, slowly dying in this trap won’t suffice any longer. My walls are down, I am all I see, my fear over whelming, but courage in my hand I will prevail, I’d rather die in the light then live inside those walls.