- personal discovery -

as i walked along the wall
searching each
and every stone
prying among the mortar cracks
to find a face
behind this wall
my fingers bled
from days of clawing the stone
trying to break down
the wall
built so long ago
yet not as long
as i had thought
each piece carefully molded
from fear
and then i saw sunshine
and heard a voice among
the endless tears
as i realized that
in fact
this wall was
my very own

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