Mason of Wonders

I have been branded as strong
and to be as tall as my title I
built a wall that grazes the clouds.
I am untouchable when I sit atop it.

But high in the windy reaches I feel
so alone, and unlike I used to feel.
I frantically build my defenses higher
which makes it that much harder to fall.

I am afraid to come undone and
feel the need to need anyone but myself.
I am a dancing fox on the table
hoping my grace will save me from scrutiny.

Behind my door lies shadow fingers and bones.
Inside I feel so lost and I don’t know who I am.
I am sealed with a doorknob that must turn
both ways before releasing its hold.

So strong am I, and yet so frail and afraid.
I fear being less than what I am needed for.
I fear being the needy, for need seems so weak.
Somehow the mason must descend his miracle.