Her Wall

She stitched her heart to her past, and you can’t see what lingers behind a wall of regretful memories. A casket became loves home, and you can’t reach it. The deeper you dig, the deeper wounds become. Eyes are fixed on an image that is painted in time. These memories locked in a cage; they took the keys and threw them away. Now all she knows is of a broken vase that won’t go away. You try to reach in and see what’s inside, and take hold of what can be her heart. But you come up with nothing, but a bottle of tears. Her walls are strong, they are tall…. Jericho met its match. Its time to take down another city... May its walls come down only for love…..may the past become the past…..