I built a fortress around myself
White great brick walls
It swelled as it trembled to new heights
Growing at my request
I sat on a blanket of dense grass
With the Son hugging my back
Picking dandelions
Secured
Guarded
Delicately protected
Not offered to the world
To be restored
With self-worth
Another poem to read: Hold My Hand, Dear Lord
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