Over Barricaded

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Photo: Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash

 

There was a wall in there.

A barricade against the world.

He’d built it, bit by bit, from hurts and slights and bigger woes.

And hid.

Within.

Where he thought he’d be safe, and from where he could watch from a distance, reassured by barriers and gates and locks and elaborate booby-traps that made sure no one got too close.

There was a wall in there.

And a moat.

Alligators, too. For insurance.

Only that they had become hungry with the years, as less people even attempted to get near him, and therefore there was less bait.

So that he was, in many ways, imprisoned.

He’d been young when he’d built the wall, and he didn’t plan ahead. So needy of a solid barricade he’d been, that he never made a way to unlock the gate.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Barricade in 136 words

 

 

13 thoughts on “Over Barricaded

    • Yes, it is very true for so many of us. And the self-imprisonment is often unintended and oh-so-difficult to free oneself from. Draining the moat (periodically, at least) is a good thing — all that gunk that hides on the bottom and muddies up the water can use cleaning to avoid malaise .. 😉
      Hugs
      (Off to read yours)
      Na’ama

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