The Wall And The Window Poem by Fiona Sunny

Deep in the heart of a busy city
A white-washed wall cries
Dampened by the thought of his entity
His paint never dries
“Why should I ever live here? – Dull and numb?
Millions pass me by
I wonder if they’re deaf or I numb
As none minds my sigh
They say I’m no good at hearing sans ears
They call me stone-hearted
They’ll obliterate me within a few years
They’ll grin when I’m squirted
O window dear! How fortunate you are!
I am blinded by all
You are seen through for beauty afar
I brood as a cracked wall”

Just in the heart of this groaning meek wall
An ole junk window sighs
Weakened by the impudent curse of all
Her dust never flies
“Why should I ever stay among no greens?
Millions ignore me
I wonder if they’re blind when eyes miss queens
As none cares sight of me
They say I’m not good at feeling sans sense
They call me dusty wench
They’ll squish me at their will when dense
For my thirst of a wash – none would quench
O majestic wall! How lucky you are!
I’ll soon be buried deep below
When cold strikes I’m not a shield as you are
As I’m a broken window”

A sudden soft touch descended on them
A grandma’s meekness
Her dripping tears trickle down washing them
They feel her weakness
“You’ve been with me for years, my loyal friends
You won’t be squished by ’nyone
Despite the ever-changing royal trends
You’re the ones I rely on
Your meek shelter and your mildly clear view
Reach the bounds of my comfort
Your ‘soul’ has a true worth; know your due
You’re assured that I don’t blurt
Be yourself – that’s the worth I ’ppreciate
No envy, no pride
Let self-doubts fly away; accept your fate
There! Your tears have dried.”