This poem comes from a place of contemplation and wondering why I’ve put up cobwebs, or road blocks in my own life. Some may call this self-sabotage. Others call it putting up walls.
Sometimes those walls are necessary in order to heal, but when is enough, enough? In this poem I realize that the past is part of me, but it is not my permanent home.
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