I'm afraid to break the wall
And live inside of me
I had forced myself outside
I don't know what I would see
I locked it all away
As the reality set in
Not sure if I could manage
If I did step in my skin
I release the tension when it's taunt
To keep it from a break
For the quantity I've suffered
I doubt one's mind could take
I seek out others hurting
Bleeding empathy for them
It is how I ease the pressure
Of all these feelings from within
The tension changes everyday
I watch it wax and wane
One day I hope this wall will fail
And with it take the pain
But for now I mend the cracks that show
And tend it as I can
This wall that keeps me safe outside...
It must be from his plan
the part of you that's reaching out to others that are hurting has already broken down the wall... very good poem!
I believe that my entire life has been screened off by an emotional wall. Early in my childhood I felt unacceptance and humiliation (pain) and from there developed a way to protect myself. When in Vietnam, it was as if the war was going on outside myself somehow and I couldn't feel the pain as it rained down upon others all around me. Even today I have a safety zone that very few people are allowed to cross. Even when first married, as my wife would reach out to hug me I would block her from coming into my zone unless I remained very aware of her presence and let down my defense. So, for me, this is what your poem brings out in me. It isn't devine providence, rather an emotional blocking for psychological safety for me.
This one is so familiar to me. I feel that to break inside would create something so painful that nothing could heal it. The cracks that appear must be mended or face the inside of that wall. It is a rich, thoughtful, insightful poem to those that grieve, You can grieve for anything you know. I have even when they are still alive. Which is sad. I love the fact that you have written about the forbidden and horrible to happen. Inside may be relief, but this poem is not there. I love this one. Incredible depth to it.
Thank you leslie, you might reread the last stanza. I think you may have misinterpreted, or misread it. It says the wall is from his plan.
A lovely metaphoric poem...I find it interesting that you describe this wall as a blockade between you and your inner self, while most would instead build a wall between themselves and the harsh reality outside. In addition, in the last stanza you state that the wall protects you from 'his plan'...by 'his', would you mean God, or another supernatural deity? Beautiful write, gives the reader much to think about. :) -LC-
It is easy to say from the outside: ' Oh, you can overcome it and move on'but after losing my father three weeks ago, I truly realize that these strong feelings and thoughts are permanent stamped in our hearts and minds and only time can tell! We must just take it day by day for nobody truly dies since we keep living through others! This is a heart touching write that really moved me! 10+++ Keep inspiring the World! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Breaking down the wall. The wall on top is where with you, I stand. Beneath the wall is where the others sleep. Where you fear to go and in me live's no fear. And if you come, I wont forget the wall is where we met.....iip