My Walls

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My Walls

My walls are still standing, sure and true,
What happens when they break?
I only wish I knew.
I can see the cracks, though they are small;
Still, they're showing, as if these barriers are predestined to fall.
The waves beat upon them, making a distinct sound;
Only time can tell when they'll come crashing to the ground.
I try with all my will to hold them up high,
But there's something inside me that keeps asking, "Why?"
I sit and wonder where I'll be when it's all through.
I just pray that I'll find that all my inner restlessness has cleared a way to you!

12-1-04

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

MandyJ’s Poems (13)

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No Trust 1
Blue Tunnel 1
The Lies to Believe 1
A Bed of Roses 4
No Concentration 2
Meant to Breathe Again 2
My Walls 0
Rolling Hills 1
And You? 1
What's in Between? 1
Darkness Touch 1
What You, My Savior Do 1
Solace 1