The Wall - Poem by Leria Hawkins
I’m sorry, but I cannot see beyond the wall. The stones are thick, solid. I have surveyed the edges, searched for a crevice to grab hold. But there are no fissures, no gaps, no footholds, just a smooth blank surface, insurmountable. It looms before me like a mountain, bold, hard, invincible. I cannot scale its vertical or traverse its horizon. I’ve tried…and failed miserably so very many times. But oh, how I long to see the other side, to know it secrets, to explore what’s hidden there. I’ve imaged what it must be like…all warm and sunny, brightly filled with golden rays. A symphony perhaps, a kaleidoscope of light, color and sound. I imagine that it’s happy there too, a place called home. But sadly, I remain behind the wall, far off and isolated by layers of stone and steel. And from where I stand, it seems untouchable. I’m sorry, but I cannot see beyond to wall. You see…I do not know its master.
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