Fortress

Based on the following prompt: Prompt #5

NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 5

[I love the concept of a villanelle and I love the idea that I was trying to express here. I think whenever I try to fit a specific form, though, it starts to sound too forced. I'll have to play with this again in the future!]

I built my fortress walls too thick, so

I threw a party to launch myself out into the world;

I want so badly to be whole and open-hearted.

When this soul became too much to hold, I craved

a loud and raucous celebration of life but

I built my fortress walls too thick.

And now I’m left with luck and privilege

That I climb with heavy feet and wooden legs;

I want so badly to be whole and open-hearted.

The surrounding hands like spokes are blurred

They support and lift at every moment but

I built my fortress walls too thick.

We continue spinning forward and I

Can only see clearly when we’re stopped.

I want so badly to be whole and open-hearted.

I assembled a tent too small in my backyard

I tried so hard to rest with you there with me

I built my fortress walls too thick

I want so badly to be whole and open-hearted.