Walls

There are walls from the beginning
They fence around a precious spring
As life takes shape
Inside a woman's womb.

These walls are ripped apart
When the grown infant
Finds it's way out
Like a hungry beast leaving a cave.

They crumble as she screams
Descending from her in red
Like a painful realistic dream
After birthing her nine months.

These walls disappear in childhood
Unless parenthood
Becomes a responsibility ask
To those who bear the mark of the task.

They then rebuild
When the soul decides to shield
What it's curiosity helped discover
About a world full of the others.

The mental walls soar high
And the voice sinks behind them shyly
Looking to keep them from plying
Their living what feels like a lie.

There are walls in the end
They fence around a decaying corpse
As mother earth quietly takes what it gladly gave
Before they ended up in the grave.

Maxxie...!