A Castle Grown Cold

I wear my heart on my sleeve
Under a winter coat
My emotions behind walls
Surrounded by a moat.
Pictures line the halls
Their history in the books
Though everyone is interested
Nobody really looks.
They see only dust
A castle grown cold
Spiderwebs in corners
Memories of the old.
I stand on a cliff
Overlooking the sea
Longing for a lighthouse
To shine it’s light on me.
Dark as midnight
The storm blows in
The water rises
Carried by the wind.
Alone I fight
On this vacant shore
Until one day
I can fight no more.
There will come a storm
Mightier than me
That will crumble these walls
And wash them out to sea.
RaenellDawn 11/23/2016

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I’ve always been a deep thinker. Superficial, mediocre conversations will never do. I want the raw, bone deep, authentic version of people. I’ve always expressed myself through writing. The only talent I possess is being able to articulate emotions through written expressions. Strangers comment on how my writing has helped them to realize that they are not alone. They find comfort in knowing that someone out there not only understands, but can put into words, what they feel. I’m an INFJ-E

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