Walls
Walls of stone, walls of time,
Walls in the soul or just in the mind,
Vast, unyielding, even if you can't see,
For walls are there if made only by me
Impregnable by force and logic can't span,
Broached by the simple reach of a hand,
A simple invitation, 'Come, walk with me'
Is often all it takes for one to see.
That we need not live behind a wall,
That at times looks so wide and so very tall
But I have to seek and find that magic door,
That leads me to freedom and light once more
The door that is opened when I choose to share,
And allow myself to see it is alright to care,
Both I for someone and someone for me,
Then I turn, and look, the wall is nowhere to be.
Jim 1988
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