You burnt to ashes all my heart and soul,
Turning me upon my heart and soul,
Every pillar lost from my control.
Oh how greatly I rely on me,
More than anyone I trust in me,
And in this state I feel more truly free.
No, perhaps my joy is all misplaced,
My love and time and energy misplaced,
My walls were strong until they were defaced.
Take heart in knowing you have made me fall.
You desired most that I should fall.
All I ever hid behind; each wall.
You remain the greatest, I the least;
I rue the joy that forced my pride to cease.
postscript
Blues Sonnet for the contest: my fortress, here is me. And it shouldn't be. Using the prompt for the Crowns of Sonnets' February Sonnet Challenge day twelve: [link]