The Border I have Built

Border – a Six Sentence Story

It was always meant to keep people out, not everyone, there is a door of course, one I’ve locked up tight and hidden away the key.

I built it stone by stone, piece by piece with my own two hands and it’s served its purpose well.

I’ve made a home behind this wall, where it’s comfortable, safe, and warm.

The only way in is to be invited, and sometimes even then, I may ask my guests to leave.

It’s quiet here, so very quiet here, sometimes it is too quiet here.

It was always meant to keep people away, a border between them and me, but sometimes I forget the way out and the only one in here is me.

19 thoughts on “The Border I have Built

  1. With that photo above your SSS, it depicts something so uninviting, but I can also imagine a warm fire in a fireplace, lots of books, some lamps spreading light over its inhabitant, the smell of a loaf of bread baking, etc. Some very close friendships with a chosen few no doubt have developed over the years within these walls. So, yes, this could indeed be a place of refuge and quiet, but it was never meant to be a jail. Within the great outdoors there are beautiful places of refuge and quiet with light to brighten the heart and mind. Great SSS.


  2. This kind of border can help you have time to adjust to whatever you needed the border for in the first place, but it can easily be used too much, and that may be just as much of a problem! Great take on the prompt! 🙂


  3. Ah! but wasn’t it John Donne that wrote “No man is an island, entire of itself…any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.” Just saying!


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