Two Walls Poem by Ryan Lee Morris

Before you stands two great big walls.
One is shame, and one is guilt.
And these two walls that you hide behind.
Are the two walls that you've built.

I know of this, these last few days.
On my past, I did reflect.
One of the walls was called my pride.
And my pride, I would protect.

Fight tooth and nail, lay my life down.
For whose life did I just fight?
For the people I hurt by my misdeeds?
Of course not, I was right.

"They deserved it all" I truly thought.
As I masked my inner pain.
"It was my right" my pride replied.
It was then, the payback came.

It didn't feel so comfortable.
When I got back what I dished.
If pain is what you serve your friends.
Then pain is what you wish.

Do onto others as you do yourself.
It's what we've all been taught.
You handed them what they deserved.
And deserved just what you got.

The painful truth, I call it now,
I lived a life of lies.
So love your brothers and sisters here.
See through your Father's eyes.

Then never again do I have to live.
The life that I once lead.
The Father says, He'll find the lost.
And raise them from the dead.