Tempest

So many. So different. So unlike each other.
The Great Wall between them.
Cold.
Like the arctic chill, and who will break it down?
But oh, it isn't he.
She builds it, brick by brick.
Who does she let in?
Who does she let see her?
She is a tempest, her own arctic blast behind the stone.
She covets her own, tries to even the score from her tower.
If she only knew the way to win the war was to fight her own battles.
To keep the wind from blowing.
To crack open and let them in.
To quiet the storm.
Or it will soon shake her wall to the Earth.