This iron right here is as sturdy as it gets,
The clamps are of the best quality,
You cannot get any better than this.

We can make it electrical, industrial,
Or we can keep it simple and concise,
It is after all our steel sculpture.

I can build it as high into the sky as I can,
Wide enough to consume all of these hills,
And secure enough to keep everyone else out.

It is my box, after all, my securities imprisoned inside,
Scars and emotional cuts, everything, all of it,
It is kept from all of you, everyone of you.

i cry at night and smile during the day.

i like your words.

Strong!....My insecurities are not locked down .....YET!...I still share with those I trust....I must be honest and admit the sharing gets harder, not easier...The good news is time diminishes the number (of insecurities)....Very nice write Fear!

I can relate to this...
Well said


KiK

A Emotional & Spiritual... Pandora's box....

Nice write...

You are the skilled builder,
and you are the entrusted keeper.
There is significant truth in your write. Exceptional.

Thank you for the compliments, glad you enjoyed...Always appreciated.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2GrBqXpJGV0
Mind Gardens by the Byrds

Once upon a time
There was a garden on a high hill
Standin' green and blossomin' against the sea
And there the sun came and the rain pourin' down
The garden grew and flourished
and splattered bits of color on the ground
And took shape and symmetry
and all of life abound


But There came winds, driven and howling
There came snow

And I feared for the Garden, so I built a wall

and i built another, and roofed it over
Thick and Strong


I kept it from the slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune

The killing cold could not get in




But when the sun came
and the gentle rain of spring

They could not reach the garden
behind those walls

It would have died
safely securely died

But as I watched and as I learned

I tore the walls down,

and now the Garden still lives


















so Rise my friend ~ like a brilliant Phoenix

Far above the ashes of despair