Defenses Breeched
Once burned, twice high I
Stacked the bricks and tangled
Twigs like barbed wire atop
That place where emotions
Bubble out so not to strand
A tender soul once more in
Firing range.
But bit by bit, like drops of
Water hitting stone to make
Sand washing to the ocean shore
The wall crumbled away and I was
Rescued from the world of one
Or was it just a flimsy fence
And he a man of steel.
Thanks to Marcia for the closing lines of this poem. I actually read her poem after I finished mine and we certainly had two different takes on it. Just goes to show the versatility of language.
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This is very true. I like the comparison you make with water turning rock into sand.
Sometimes it is the other way round. Water can harden the sand back into rock, cementing it.
That's how I felt reading that incorporated last line in here.
It does have different interpretations.
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