Walls

People are fragile, frail at best. We claim the facade of being strong, climbing the ladders the world has placed around us, yet at the slightest hurt we begin to crumble. The crumble begins deep within, within the inner orafices of the human heart. With each crack, crumble and slash, another layer is added to the outside wall, hoping to keep it from a complete cave in.
Some are not good builders and a crumble slips through many layers of cracks; and the world identifies them as the weakest link. Yet these are the ones whose pain that is seen is real, yearning for compassion and a lending hand to stem the avalanche. These are the ones who live in open pain, and cause loud pain for the world to see. They are the suicidal, homicidal, cutters, addicts,....
The ones whose walls are well intact merely stay away from the collapsing, mocking their weakness yet fearing it will cause themselves to be weak. They are the ones to fear the most, for while they appear healthy, going strong in the race, their unspoken turmoil causes an everlasting damage. Their influence driven by their inner pain is the judge and blindness that guides their lives. They are the abusers, the angry yellers, the ones who say you'll never be good enough, the gossips liars cheaters, the sarcastic belittlers...
The third people are the revered, the envied, for while their numbers are few, the desire to be one is deep and great. They require a strength above all, a faith beyond reason; for they live with no wall. Their heart is bared to the world, to speak their testimony. Yet while their testimony of a healed heart is seen by the world, the visibility of every scratch, scar, imperfection, and bleeding holes causes many to mock the idea of a wall-less heart, and with the mocking- a strong temptation to rebuild a wall. They are the meek, the innocent children, the merciful, the pure in heart, the peacemakers, the sons of God .