Walls
"Pathetically, methodically, surviving."
Trying to make sense of what happened last night
Facades are often mistake for strength and those are the lessons I was taught to understand.
Whether it's a facade or not,
Strength is what you portray
Always
You hide those tears
You hide those scars
Heaven forbid someone knows those thoughts
Keep them to yourself, baby girl
No man will ever love you with those to see
She taught me they were something to fear
Those lessons became walls
"I can't get hurt behind these"
I kept everyone out
But I found people to climb them
It's in my best interest, they say, to let them in
But I rebuild
Every time I rebuild
Every time they are weaker
Every time I rebuild
She taught me to rebuild
"Other people have it worse, you have no reason"
Build
Build
Build
After building, after lying, after it all
I crawl to survive.
Pathetically, methodically, surviving
My heart breaks and I don't even feel it
Steady breathing
Steady smoking
Steady breathing
Nothing works
This stone they call a heart is my contractor is really good with walls
So I do what I know best
And I run
With four wheels
I run
Because maybe if they spin fast enough
Maybe if we go one mile more,
The walls
Will break
And I can finally discover what they are hiding.
About the Creator
Zoe Elizabeth
Creating to cope. I owe everything I am to those who support me, and the God I believe in.
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