My heart is a fortress
Made of skin and steel;
The drawbridge retreats,
Locking up what I feel.

It is a castle inside my soul,
The stronghold of my bones,
Amidst the cold world
Where only I sit on the throne.

With righteous human blood
My veins bubble and boil,
While the water of my moat
Blackens to oil.

And at the curtain wall
A thousand men may try to enter,
Yet their words are dried out
Like the dead of winter.

Open the guarded door,
Let these emotions seep in;
But this is my fortress that
Protects me from them.


For months I have had the phrase “My heart is a fortress / Made of skin and steel” stuck in my head. While I knew this would be part of a poem someday, I wasn’t sure how to follow up with these opening lines. What did “My heart is a fortress” even mean? Well, yesterday I was bored in my environmental politics class, and I started to write more.

Emotions are the propellers of our lives. Without emotion, there would be no purpose to anything. Imagine if there were no such thing as happiness or pain or ecstasy or terror. While we rely on positive feelings, the negative ones are important for our growth and individuality as well.

As human beings we are constantly dragged through ups and downs. Some moments are beautiful, and others are dark gray. We rely on our experiences and our feelings to drive us to where we want to go.

I believe this poem is an attempt at harnessing a well of emotions that have been unleashed upon me for a while. I want to be as strong as I can, but there will be those who want to tear down my walls. Though I am in no way condoning selfishness, I do believe that we must strengthen our hearts in order to protect ourselves from both the known and the unknown that will attempt to wither our beauty.

Maybe this explanation does not make much sense. Maybe this poem can be interpreted many different ways, and that’s the nature of writing. My intention for writing this piece may not be the same intention you receive from reading it.

Thank you guys again for reading, commenting, and sharing this post. ❤ I promise I will write more content soon and try to get back into the swing of publishing twice a week.

Until next time,


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29 thoughts on “MY HEART IS A FORTRESS (a poem)”

  1. We are simply complex. As the alotted years tumble on, I usually find some humor in discussing with myself, the possibilities of the day.
    My heart still in some areas remain steeled from hurt, yet yearns to dance with unplaned, unexpected joy .
    Like a poem from a most talented granddaughter.
    Blessings to you!

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  2. I loved this again! I just added to my “Oh What a Beautiful Morning” and it rather fits nicely with the poetry you wrote. I know you read it earlier, but you might go back and read the added part below as I believe it fits in with what you have written here. Hugs, Anne

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  3. Hmmmmmm Closing our doors for protection is pretty drastic, closing them because of past hurt less so, but what if we close them because we are uncertain about opening our hearts and expressing our emotions to others. Surely that is also putting up the drawbridge to experiencing love and compassion if we are not careful. It is interesting to have your thoughts as well as the poem 🙂 🙂

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    1. That is so true! When we close our hearts, then we miss out on the positive emotions that are to come our way. Very true observation. I think that it is easy to close up for a little while–but after a period of time, then it is easier to open up again. ❤ ❤ ❤

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