A Mighty Weakness

Poets United Think Tank Prompt #14

I am a wall I can be made of cement and rise up many yards high,

or I may be made of brick or stone, and reach out across the county side.

Sometimes I am a memorial that represents millions of brave souls,

and other times I am a fortress of protection that tells you where not to go.

But I hold up at my most mighty, and yet at my weakest place,

when I am built with fear, and doubt littered with pride's own waste.

There are walls that protect...

There are walls that remember...

There are walls that divide....

and there are walls that are destructive...

I am all too familiar with the walls a broken heart can build.

My father and brother had a "falling out", and were at odds with each other for years.

They did not speak for long periods of time, and never resolved their hard feelings.

When my father passed away in 1992 my brother was devastated.

He was in a form of grief the rest of his life.

He passed away in 2002.

I have faith, and I am certain that they know peace now.

Thief

Regret has an anthem that echoes in the silences of the night.

It blankets with doubt, and steals rest with it's own blunt knife.

All the missed calls, cracked china ,and dying gardens of the day,

are like open caskets that were meant to be closed, but I will look anyway.

The luxury to forget all the mundane and colossal will not be found,

for all the shadows blends in like a face is to a shroud.

Yet, like a long illness, rest will certainly come soon enough,

as it passes through the remains of what could have been ,and all that never was.

Prompt 2  Insomnia

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