Poetry

The Wall

It’s just a wall.  It has perimeters and strength.
I can feel it – usually just when we are together.
I built it slowly over time.  At first, it was just small protection – just for those stings of hurt I felt with words.
And one day I realized how high it had become. It was unscalable.
And I saw how strong it was. Almost impenetrable.
Almost.
I could tear it down brick by brick and stone by stone. But it is much easier to build than to tear down defenses.
I would have to trust to pull it apart. I would have to be ready to be open to leave a way to enter
The wall around my heart.

If I Could Only Forget

Unknown? Unloved?
Impossible.
Strangers? Separated?
Unbelievable.
Unsung? Unheard?
Never.
Forever ended. We are 2 mortals that tried to be gods.
We flew close to the sun and our wings melted.
And now we are on the ground – shattered in pieces.
If I could only forget that we flew. . . .

 

Wandering

I don’t think I can go where you are again.
I envy you and your openness.
You can breathe. I can’t take in the air.
I don’t want to. I want what you have but how do I get there from here?
I don’t even know where I am.
Lost. Still.
Wandering to forget. Still remembering.
So I stay lost. Still wandering.
And I can’t go back. Not to where you are.
Back to openness and joy without judgement.
Back to happiness without question.
I can’t go back. I can’t go where you are.
So I wander. Lost. Still.