My Wall Poem by Joan Hart

For moments when I’m weak
And can no longer stand,
I built myself a wall
To lend a helping hand

I lean against this wall,
It helps carry my weight
I need it to be strong,
Hold me at my worst state

Others lent me bricks
To build myself this wall
But they’re unsteady and they wobble,
And many times they fall

I take out the bricks they gave me,
So now it's not as tall
But it’s mine, and mine alone
And it will never fall

My fingers graze my own
Rough and bitter stone -
The only wall to hold me
Every time
Is my own