Your walls will go up again.
And this time you will swear it.
You will swear to keep them standing.
You will swear to protect yourself.
You won’t break like tired wood.
You won’t fall.
Your bridges won’t burn
because there will be none – no crossing to the other side.
No marching against yourself.
You will surrender to yourself.
You will belong to you.
Not to the promises.
Not to the waiting.
Not to the wishing.
Not to the lonely nights,
or the dying lights.
Not to self-destructing habits.
Not to people who aren’t or things that aren’t.
Not to what you’ve lost
or what you will never gain.
You will be yours now.
Yours to guard.
Yours to defend.
Yours to secure.
You will come home, to rebuild.