The Fortress

You rebuilt the wall.
It took some time, but now it's done,
More or less.
But you're under attack
From the one who should defend you;
Misguided protection of the worst kind.
In he comes, on horseback,
All guns blazing, shooting from the hip;
He will save you, nothing to fear.
But you are not the princess,
You are not locked in the tower.
You are the tower, this fortress, the moat and its drawbridge;
All of this is you.
He tears down the defenses, not realising
He is tearing down a part of you.
Each time he returns is another time
He will destroy,
So you can rebuild.
Carefully repairing each breach, through the tears
Of your frustration.
Each new set of stones, each new foundation,
Each new joint and joist
Will be stronger this time around.
And when he next appears, on his mission of rescue
It will be harder to get past the guards,
Although you know he will.
But one day this citadel will be impenetrable,
Impervious, solid.
He will no longer be able to get in.
But maybe, you will not be able
To get out.