I build walls:
Walls that protect,
Walls that shield,
Walls that say I shall not yield
Or reveal
Who I am or how I feel.
I build walls:
Walls that hide,
Walls that cover what’s inside,
Walls that stare or smile or look away,
Silent lies,
Walls that even block my eyes
From the tears I might have cried.
I build walls:
Walls that never let me
Truly touch
Those I love so very much.
Walls that need to fall!
Walls meant to be fortresses
Are prisons after all.
- Anonymous
In this poem, the walls are not made of bricks or stones or anything physical. The author uses “walls” as a metaphor... a symbolism of a coping mechanism that we humans project in order not to get hurt.
As I was going through the poem for the second time, questions flashed and reflection followed. It is not my intent to share in details my realisations, but I want to share the questions that popped in my mind. Those questions that led me to a deep sense of personal introspection.
Why would someone build “walls” around his or her feelings?
Do you, or others you know, ever build such “walls”?
Does the narrator believe that it’s always a good idea to have these “walls”? How do you know?
Do you think that there are times when we need to “build walls”?
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