SILENTLY AND HOPEFULLY

 

There’s a wall.

A seemingly infinite barrier.

Oh, how I long to see what’s on the other side.

So I try and climb, up and over the wall.

I try to climb, until my nails have broken off,

until I grow weary with frustration.

And I try to climb, but to no avail.

 

I am old now,

And I know my nails will never grow back,

and the longing and frustration

have now been swallowed up,

by the weariness that they created.

 

And then I have this thought-

"I am on this side of the wall,

trying to climb over and see what’s on the other side.

What if, there’s someone on the other side of the wall,

trying to climb up and over, Just like me?

Does that mean that I AM on the other side of the wall?"

 

And the wall fell down.

Crubling into seemingly infinite pieces.

And I look myself, right in the eyes.

And we, stumble over the ruins of the wall.

And we, pass by ourselves-

SILENTLY AND HOPEFULLY.

 

© Johnelle Warren. 1993-2005.

 

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