Tower

My tower shines
upon the hill
where always life
is bright and warm,
and windows without glass
keep out the biting things,
but still let in the breeze.

I hear him call my name,
but I can't grant his wish.
I can't let down
my shimmering hair.
I cannot let him climb.
I fear what I don't know.

Everyone assumes that
I am kept against my will.
They cannot see
it's cool and quiet here,
that all I seek's a bit of blue,
perhaps a bird song here or there,
a passing cloud or two.

I built this tower alone.
I placed each brick
beneath my feet.
Encrusted every stone
with jewels and thorns.
I know my tower's strength.
I trust it's frame.

Built of secrets,
doubts,
and fears.
this tower is a prison
and a fortress both,
made for keeping out
as well as keeping in.