When did I cower?
When did I close my doors?
What made me hide behind so many walls?
Of the many times I’ve asked these questions, the only response comes in echoes; trapped behind with me.
I want to breathe again; see the light of day again; feel the wind beyond these walls again. I’m removing one brick at a time.
Will I know what has been caged this whole time? Will I recognize the person that rises from the rubble?
To acknowledge fear, one has to feel it; I feel nothing.