When it feels like the "sky" is falling or could fall, perhaps instead of surrounding myself with Walls of pity, I can choose instead a little Power and find at least one thing in my life to feel Grateful for....like clean BOOTS!! :)

Walls

Walls are sometimes for protection, help keep us safe and warm,
If attacked by killer bees, protects us from the swarm.

Some are solid, no way in and no way out, they do not have a gate,
Others curve with grace, helping to keep our landscapes straight.

Some are more specific, proclaiming your not wanted here,
Others more forgiving, you are welcome to come inside and shed a tear.

Walls do not have feelings, you will never hear them call,
Standing beside them, some make you feel short while with others you’ll feel tall.

Walls are material, nothing comparable to you and me,
Unless of course I retreat inside, to my wall I cannot see.

I’m not sure how it happens, or where my mortar lies,
Sometimes I build my wall, so you can’t hear my cries.

When I came into this world, I knew no fears and it seemed I was free,
Was it love from others taken away, that built the walls, that have become a part of me?

So if abandoned love built my wall, how do I knock it down?
Continue to do it my way, and live the fumblings of a clown?

It wasn’t what others did to me that kept me on my ride,
Perhaps my denial that I am good, which I protected deep inside.

But that’s the way it used to be, but not so today,
My walls came tumbling down, when I chose Your will to show me another way.

Michael Patrick Conway
The Power of Surrender Series
2005
Copyright 2005