The Wall

The only way she was going to find “the truth” and learn how to be happy with who she was was to be willing to burn down the walls she had built.

Those walls had served her well over the years, at least until now. They were tall, thick and solid. But how could those she loved really know her true self when the walls kept her from even knowing herself?

The walls however, did not want to be burned and had so far eluded their demise. They shifted shapes, colors and names to continue to defend their existence. Dammit to hell, she built those walls, she made them what they were and they were hers to destroy. How dare they want to survive. How dare they???

Sometimes she can hear them scream that she would never discover “the truth”, whatever that was. All they knew was that as long as she survived, they would be alright, They would be safe. They said that they could make “the truth” whatever they wanted it to be. They could hide it or destroy it and she could do nothing to stop them. Besides why did she want to know "the truth"?? What would "the truth" do for her that they could not?