The Wall

Recently… I had to begin,     to build a wall… To protect something… It will be a long process,     possibly taking months,           to complete… A long, slow, process… At first,     I build slowly,           and someone could               merely step over                     the courses of bricks… I am using a special mortar,     one where I decide,           if and when,               it dries… Many holes will be left,     running throughout the wall,           for rebar, to strengthen it               when I feel the need… Then more mortar     poured around the rebar,           when I feel the need,               to do so… And allowed in time to harden… Then sheets of steel,     to encase this wall,           inside and out… When the first phase is complete,     if it ever is,           just  brick and mortar… I will place a stone,     a very special stone,           outside just at the base               of the wall… That stone will be known as     WANT… It is quite large,     yet easily handled… One well placed hit     from this stone,           to a well hidden weak spot,               deliberately left,                     will destroy the wall                         at most any time… For my wall     is designed that way… For you see,     I have to protect something… Something very precious to me… Something I had given away freely,     and have been forced to take back… This time,     my wall will protect it… Yet I know     I can show someone           the weak spot,               if I wish… And someone that I have     to protect it from,           will have to               WANT           to destroy it... For the wall,     my dear friends           will protect,               something very special                     to me… It will protect     my HEART … © Jonathan Wikkins May 25, 2003 Revised February 11, 2008 All Rights ReservedWritten November 12th, 2001 © on Nov 12 2001 07:30 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff   angst