My Wall
My Wall

My Wall

I tend to build walls around my heart. Locking myself away, I refuse to see the good in the world and instead focus on my own pain. This is how it multiplies.

When I pray all my walls come down.

The last wall is always the one between me and the spirit realm. When I’m upset, I sometimes give into the temptation to mope and feel sorry for myself.

In those moments of extreme darkness, feeling happy seems like wasted effort, and at times I don’t feel deserving of joy.

I know we are all deserving of joy. Underneath our skin is an everlasting soul made of pure love energy. I know who I am and what I was made to do, we all do. The trouble is often in believing in ourselves.

We must take our walls down if we want to let the divine in.

When I’m at my lowest point, it can be hard to pull myself back up. Prayer always works, but first I need to be willing to pray.

I’m so used to feeling alone, despite never truly being alone. I must remember to let my wall down and let the angels in.

My life is my own and as always I have free will. Just because help is always one thought away doesn’t mean I always allow myself those positive thoughts.

I know my wall, born out of self-perseverance, only works by trapping me inside my own misery. I want to be free of self-induced suffering. I want to tear down my wall.

Every day I work to keep my heart open; I want to allow the love to flow freely in all directions.

Every day I must remind myself of the importance of being vulnerable and connected to something higher, something meaningful. This is how hope and faith mix together and become love.

I will keep destroying my wall every day with prayer and love until the day comes were it no longer rebuilds itself.

Walls aren’t effective anyways.