Home Run

They say the strongest fortresses
Fall with the loudest sounds.
The most righteous ones
Break the biggest bounds.

They say the coldest hearts
Lie in the warmest people.
The higher you climb,
The deeper your ground.

Could this be
The victim loves her perpetrator syndrome? Stockholm...?

A door that needn't be opened
Was a bit broken

And through it all
Temptations would crawl.

The straight, firm "no"
Would crumble below
The curious "yes"
And it's lean simplesse.

What's there to be done
When this has all begun?
Even if it were to be shun,
It'd still be a home run .