Barriers

There are holes in my shield.

Like Atlas holding up the sky breaking under the pressure.

No one knows the scars I hold

I pass walls of emotions

 

Fear

Anger

Hate

Stress.

 

Strong on the outside

Looking like life is perfect.

Inside crumbling

almost beyond

My breaking point.

 

I stop, reconsider

Hope builds scaffolding

Patches the holes

Gives me aspiration.