Hilltop wall building.

A wall is usually solid structure that defines and sometimes protects an area.

This is what ancient man use to do, to keep the women and children safe but also to protect them from other savage vugler men.
Its funny how we, nowadays have the similar walls, they may be around on property and in some cases around us.
You see, I'm not taking about a physical wall or anything, I'm talking about a mental wall.

I took down my wall two years ago, I tore it down to welcome in some sunshine and happiness and I guess at the time it felt right, it felt pretty amazing to break down my wall for someone who I loved so much.
My wall was so high, so full of pain and in some cases a slight heart ace but I was adamant on tearing it down.
Which I did.
It was great to actually leave the walls in which I confined myself into, leaving my little house high on top that hill, always looking down at everyone having such a good time but never ever dreaming of taking part.

Until I did.
I left that place of solitude, whistling a happy tune as I ran down the hill hand in hand with love.
My time in the playground on love and life was a good one.
I truly enjoyed every moment there, but now sadly the playground gates have closed.
The beautiful garden has dried up in the sunshine, the grass is no longer a bright healthy green is a dead mustard yellow with dried soil around it.

I leave that playground and garden looking back to what it has turned into and can only question "how did it get to this stage", always questions but never knowing the answers.

I walk up my hill, my hill so high.
I look around and see rubble and left over love.
Its time to rebuild, its time for change.

Spring is coming.
So I'm going to build my hill top house, build my walls so high so high it will take something much more powerful to knock them down.
Anger will be the foundations, questions will be the first few layers and jealously and hearth ace
then as it slowly rises its not so bad.
The higher it gets the happier it goes, good wishes and respect sit high so I can always look out and wish that somehow he knows I've nothing but respect and warm wishes sending his way.

While I ponder my thoughts in my own garden of loss, I think back to happy days down at the playground.
Always fun, always full on sunshine, always full of love.

Now its time to clean up this mess.
I will clean it up and keep my head held high.
Spring, a new season and a reason for a spring clean.
Out with the old and in with the new.

I think there's never been a better time to change.