Pain Built This Kind of Wall
She was rough, gravelly, sharp, brash, unwelcoming, unfriendly.
The fence she had built around herself was unbreakable, stiff, metallic,
Wire screened with burlap.
Scratchy. Harsh. Stark. Unforgiving.
Many were fearful of getting close, not understanding
This much-needed barrier was protecting her.
One man saw through her hard ass facade. Her angry voice did not dissuade him.
He sought her friendship, because he had watched his mother
Build the same harsh, metallic, scratchy, burlap wall around her heart
After his sister was murdered.
Pain built this kind of wall.
Not regular pain,
Bone-crushing, blood-howling, screaming in horror pain.
This man had a satin heart.
A gentle touch, a willingness to scale the burlap wall and
Find the little girl who had not yet suffered.
It would not be easy.
Her anger had become her friend. The anger and the wall were the two
Things she counted on to keep her safe.
You have your work cut out for you when you decide to turn burlap into satin.
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