Art is Rad

A fortress once stood tall and strong, With walls that shielded all my wrongs, Mortared each piece, to my shattered heart, In hopes to keep love’s pain apart.

Alone and broken, I begged and pleaded, For love to return and be completed, But silence answered with tears that fell, Echoing in the hollow chambers of my hell.

Belligerent with libations, numbness attached, My heart lay dormant, with pain unlatched, Vowed in darkness, love was renounced, As the first brick of my fortress was pronounced.

Vulnerable no more, safe in my keep, My heart mended, scarred and deep, Locked in the tower, like a siren to a sailor, Calling out for its own selfish desires.

But even as my heart remained guarded, Life’s winds of change relentlessly bombarded, Slowly chipping away at the fortress’s might, Until cracks appeared, letting in love’s light.

And though my heart was once more open, The scars remained, a memory unspoken, For even as love once again flowed, Jaded, my heart remained, a story untold.