Somewhere along the way, I learned to build a room inside

In there, I could reside

I built my walls

I built them tall and wide

When he touched me, In no-one I would confide

In my room I would hide

I stood emotionless against the tide

When they called me names, they never saw me cry or the part that would die

I never let them see me crawl

I never let them see me fall

I never let them penetrate my wall

I built a shelf far and wide

In there all my emotions could hide

Somewhere along the way, the shelf came tumbling down

All the emotions got mixed around

I do not know when the first brick did fall

I do not know when they first began to penetrate my wall

Maybe it was when he was at the machine winning stuffed animals and I wondered for who

Maybe it was when he stood behind me in the supermarket line and seemed not to have a clue

Maybe it was when I realized there was nothing I could do

Now I stand against the tide

I seem emotionless, but I must confide

A little girl weeps deep inside

© Angela Bredeson

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Original painting by A. Burroughs (1881)