erected from pride
ego's hammer driven in
shut down by insecurities
shadows cast by those who judge
thick as greed
thin as a tear
crying out in silent screams
clinging, like old wallpaper
as history's truth
proclaims the light
loud as nail pops
uncontainable
laughter and tears
ooze out
from crevices and cracks
in the fault line
of the walls
within our heart
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karen draper ~ writer 
I do like when you write poetry Karen, so much can be seen within ourselves, what we feel. Nice metaphor, well penned. x
I so enjoy writing poetry, Jen. It seems to find me when I’m not looking. And, yes, it’s very revealing. Abundant thanks! Be well. ~Karen~
Our heart literally has walls, but figuratively holds so much more. I love the way all the emotions are covered, while the photograph shows, to me, a weathered wall. I sometimes feel my paint is peeling off and my ‘gloss’ is losing its shine! Smiles for this and all the lovely poems you write, Karen!
Thanks for the kind words, Robin. I was pleased with the way the metaphor worked out. And in the end, laughter and tears ooze out…that’s life! I too, sometimes feel like that weathered wall. lol Enjoy your Sunday! 🙂
Do you know August Wilson’s play called “Fences?” I think you would like it ! Smiles. . .
I’ve never read it, unbelievably! I must find a copy soon – it sounds intriguing. Thanks for sharing this with me. 🙂 ~Karen~
You are most welcome. I saw it performed on the stage and it is one of those unforgettable experiences. I really recommend it.