The Walls Are Crumbling Poem by Mary Nagy
The Walls Are Crumbling
As I tried to grasp some meaning
from within her silent cries,
I felt her soul reach out to me
from deep within her eyes.
I saw the walls were crumbling
and falling to the ground.
Perhaps this is a fresh start
the two of us have found.
We talked for what seemed hours
about our lives and all our dreams.
She wished she could go back there
but of course, she can't it seems.
We're given only one chance
to make our dreams come true.
We may not have forever
but I'm here right now with you.
Let's unpack that old suitcase
and throw the memories out.
If we need to talk about it
lets talk, or scream and shout!
At least it's a beginning.
Can't we be thankful for this?
We have to just move forward
or there's so much we could miss.
The past is done and over.
Today is still brand new.
Why waste another minute
while I'm sitting here with you?
This is brilliant Mary. I really like the idea of walls of the crumbling relationship which you explore.
i like it it reminded me of a fight i had with my mom that ended much like this poem. very nive Mary. Lylyanna
This is fantastic, so much to feel. Your writing is an inspiration, always so smooth in construction. Thank you for sharing. Kindest Regards Slim. x.
It is always a relief when walls crumble....thanks for sharing.
Dear Mary To find someone in the moment and then truely share your feelings with them unconditionally is such a wonderful thing to happen, This is such a tender poem, Love Duncan
That's a great write Mary. I so need to share this one with someone. Thank you.
Yes Mary, it is very good. The few small stumbles actually contribute to the atmosphere of real life in this poem, making it more human. Best H
Happiness is so beautiful, but so brief! All we have is now! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Dear Mary, Your warmth becomes you. This is a lovely poem. Keep up the good work. Sincerely, Sandra