You'll find me behind the wall I've built around myself. I want you here with me, behind these walls, But there is a line- One that hides the scars and bruises that went into building these walls. Looks can be very deceiving.
Don't mistake the cold appearance
That it may give, I am not hiding any part of myself but instead hoping that you understand.
That each brick has purpose.
Not everyone is welcome. I want you here with me, there is a place for family, there is a place for friends, and there is a place especially carved out for you. If you understand that it's not about the walls at all, It's the ground I am standing on when the storm sweeps through that is most important. Most cracks can be smoothed out, but there is no room for uneven ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem