I have built myself a fortress not made of mortar and stone
Its windows draped in make- believe, doorposts hung with hope unflown.
I’ll dwell in this castle forever that’s built aside a hill
To blanket those sounds of reality lingering cold and chill.
The walls are painted with laughter as mellow as morning light
And the floors are set with marble in various moods of bright.
I’ve cushioned each lonely settle with pillows that sing out loud
And brought in a bit of heaven that rests above like a cloud,
I’ve garnered inside with flowers to bring the outdoors within
Assured when the winds of time blow bold my sunshine will begin.
Each room has a view of a garden with pine trees ever tall
Shutters to bar the sight of the things I refuse to recall.
I may bide in this place till never, safe from the outside pain
Like a child in storybook fashion who yearns to try again.