My clouds

My mind is a warzone.  I remain broken and shattered on the inside.  Foundations have been rocked to the core.  Re-building is in progress, but it’s a slow one.  The shell is here…I’m working on the internal structure – reinforcement and steel bars.

Black out some of the windows – but make sure I keep the key to those windows on a chain around my neck – one day I’ll need to open them.

The satellite pictures show an all clear – no hazards here – all in one piece.  Within the atmosphere, the clouds work in a magical way as to shield the broken and war-torn areas from prying eyes, from curious eyes.  Hidden from the world.  My barriers – seemingly easy to break through, but more than meets the eye.

I’ve hidden from the world so much, and in such a way that I’m losing myself.  I can’t tell which way I ‘m facing, which path I’m walking anymore.  I’ve managed to hide myself behind my own barriers – I can no longer see through the clouds I put in place.