I used to sit behind those walls that I built all by myself.
It got lonely sometimes but I didn’t mind.
I was okay.
I was content.
The best part of it for me was that it was SAFE.
I always thought that when my prince came along, he would be wielding a sledge hammer just like Thor’s and sporting a six pack.
Or maybe a Chipping hammer, I think that would be ideal for the situation, we don’t want a sledge hammer smashing the wall and startling the girl inside, now, do we?
A soft, slow but steady chipping will do.
Anyway, He is strolling down, probably whistling my favorite song, his tool slung effortlessly over his shoulders, ready to chip away at my wall.
The wall is strong, it’s sturdy, and so the work will take a while but he comes prepared, complete with his outdoor gear and basic supplies.
More often than not, I’d imagine him on the other side of the wall, cajoling me to come out, then eventually get to work chipping away at the wall, little by little until the wall came down.
Like a pack of cards.
But news flash!!!
That fantasy did not play out in this case.
When I spotted you coming from afar, you weren’t wielding no tool, you weren’t whistling either.
The only thing you were wielding was a paint brush and a smile that made something inside of me flutter.
When you rounded the corner past Zone “friends”, I set about building a ladder.
I didn’t even realize what the ladder was for until I was done.
And like Rapunzel would let down her hair for the prince, I let down the ladder through a window I didn’t know was there until that moment.
Your steps up the ladder were swift; In a Cupid second you were at the top and in a lot less than that time you swung into my world, easel first, smile next and then YOU.
I didn’t stop and think for a minute before I let you in.
You saw the huge mess behind the walls and set about fixing me.
A whole lot of work it was but you didn’t complain.
You just wanted to fix me.
Like Cold play…
So I let you set up your easel, canvas brushes, palettes and all that art stuff I know nothing about.
And then you painted a whole new me.
It was beautiful…. complete with your smile that makes my sun shine a little brighter.
In case you want to know.. NO, I don’t miss the walls.
You aren’t exactly all tidy yourself. I know you’ve got a wall too. I can see the telltale signs,
Hell! I invented walls.
But,then…
Would you let me in?
Would you let me fix you?
Fix me, Fix you
30 Tuesday Jun 2015
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