Unrelenting walls

I remember

The last time I weeped

A young boy curled

In his bed

Wishing that he could not cry. That he was 

As hard as stone

Unmoved by water

Stronger than human

That boy beat his hands

And his head against the wall

Growing and breaking

Breaking and growing

Thick bones

Deep calluses

Until his heart was guarded by walls

higher than trees

Now I wish

To weep

To crumble

To curl in a bed