Here At The Wall Poem by Hope Bennett

I stand by myself,
lean against me-I'm sturdy.
I'm here for you so
move forward,
slam your head into me.
Kick and you kick.
You punch and punch
until my pure white
turns bloody red
and your aggression is gone.

I'm here for you when
you get the bad news
and your back slides down-
stops when your body finds the floor.

A life without walls is a
world without halls
making all the more chaos.
A hospital without halls....
when you recieve the bad news,
The only choice you would have
is to fall.