I can see through my wall
The wall that I've put up
To protect myself
To guard my heart
And to keep my mind at ease
My wall is made of glass
Not one, solid sheet
But a glass wall with many sides
More than one apex
And more than one reflection
It's a wall that's strong enough to keep me in
A wall strong enough to keep others out
But it's fragile
And it's delicate
Just like me
My wall has many black lines
Lines that are the tar I've used to repair the cracks
The cracks that people leave behind
When they say they love and cherish me
But instead only wish to use me
I let no one touch my wall
Not even me
I'm scared they might break it
I'm scared it will shatter and fall
And I will be vulnerable
I'm not sure if my wall has an end
To the sides or towards the top
I can't see any ends
I don't see any way around
Or any way over
But that doesn't mean you can't go around
And it doesn't mean you can't get over
I'm not sure if you can or can't
But no one has ever tried
To join me on my side
Inside, I sort of wish someone would try
Try to make the long trek around my wall
Or to make the struggling effort to climb over
You see, it gets so lonely on this side
Watching... waiting...
And so I stand on my side of my barrier
My thin and sturdy glass wall
Waiting for the day that someone finds the desire
To come to my side
And convince me that I no longer need it.
About the Creator
Sam Kissiar
I'm studying Psychology right now and I think writing will be a good way for me to calm my nerves and help with the stresses of college. And the extra money will be nice, I suppose.
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