Walls Poem by Nathanael Verrill

It's amazing what's exposed when the walls topple over.
Over and over the blows they came.
Followed by brick by red brick. The walls went up.
To prevent more pain from persevering
But with each brick the pain was walled in
And out it comes through windows and doors.
Smashing out, screaming out, bleeding out.
Dormant, healing hibernates and hope flees.
Those walls cause damage, often more than they prevent.
But prevent we must to survive, we must. Wall we must
Until we fall, we must. Until they fall, they must.
And then from the rubble, after the pain and anger and frustration has fled
A single flower grows from atop the rubble. The hope to rebuild a mansion, on that sacred ground where pain was trapped and battles occurred.