Initially I thought I would title this poem “My Wall”, but that would signify only one side, whereas I wanted it to surround me. I have a spiritual feeling sometimes; I feel a presence, and in this poem I have named this presence “Him”. I know it is difficult to understand, and the word dungeon sounds sinister. But the Light is with me in my corner.
I hope I have explained it adequately.
There is a name I enclose
along with mine
as I build a wall all around
which feels like a dungeon.
Seems like I have lost sight of myself
as the shadows in this dungeon
breathe and spell the silent darkness~
but I love this tall wall I have built around me.
His name shifts and accommodates
my pride, as I plaster the wall with dust and sand.
My own heart sits crouched, happy in the knowledge
His name now lights my corner!