Walls

By Damien Knight

I can feel my walls
brick by brick
rebuilding

My heart, glass, ice
frail, cold, and
hidden

Caution at her bequest
taken at price
love

Uncertainty seeping in
am I me
lost

Do I continue as before
or keep these
walls

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