Within my mind I can see them,
the walls that I am building.
Carefully crafted pieces of colored glass
laid out in rows according to color and shape and size,
sorting through the little treasures
that will soon be my barrier against the world,
because I somehow find myself defenseless,
laid open raw and bare,
left vulnerable,
where there were once bricks, cinderblock,
and portholes to see out but never in
there is now nothing but
the framework of what used to be,
my protection decimated,
there were no legions,
no shouted words of prowess,
all it took was you,
scaling my walls
to drop sticks of dynamite into the foundation of me,
gates never stood a chance
and no lock could have kept you out,
helpless against the
force of nature that is you,
with your bag of words and new tricks with an old name,
you wont get through this one though,
while what seems like the stronger material is the better idea,
through the stained glass I can see straight through you.
