I scale the wall to overcome it,
It has made me recluse.
Turn around incessantly
and burn it with my looks.
I’ve not seen one that big before,
Never has an object held such
presence in such omniscient form.
Tactile, I move on.
All my fears have come to pass,
And I’m still here, waiting
And shaking but know that now
there’s nothing to fear.
Although the action has gone by,
The thought brings water from my eye.
In memories I still dwell
Because the present is so dull.
I hold the pen in my hand,
And for a second it is the branch
Over the wall I scaled.
And again I remember.
Feeling of memories reside in me,
Constant reminders set them free.
My world melts as my mind plays games,
Leaving reality as a construct of a concept.
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