Building Word Castles of Stone

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When we are young
our words erected billboards
Saying this is me… who I am… what I believe!
As we grow older
those words become stones
in a cavernous castle…
with tall spires
dark halls
dungeons
and locked chambers;
Holding pain
Long ago sentenced to life…
never to be let out again.
Surrounded by a moat
only crossed by a few
whom we choose to let in…
then quickly raising the drawbridge.
Our words // chiseled with time
mortared together
still saying:
this is me… who I am …what I believe!!

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This poem was inspired by a poem by a fellow blogger, Ali Grimshaw, entitled The Architecture of Conversing. Please check out her poem as well.

The Architecture of Conversing

13 thoughts on “Building Word Castles of Stone”

  3. What an honor it is to inspire poetry in another. Thank you for the acknowledgement.
    What a wonderful poem you have created here. I am glad you included the billboard part we talked about.
    These are the lines that resonated most with me,
    “Surrounded by a moat
    only crossed by a few
    whom we choose to let in…
    then quickly raising the drawbridge.”

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