i wish i could feel

so that i can cry

or laugh

or smile for real

cause right now it feels fake

with walls too thick

and arches too high

soon it should be bound to break

but now i dont know

i wish it would crumble

like joshua and jericho

seven laps to humble

i dont know who to trust 

who wont let me secrets spill

who will leave me in the dust

encourage me till

this stone barrier comes down



then i wont be tired of cracking

and patching

trying despretly to fix 

each and every hole

that happens to show 

instead break it down

working to grow

the cracks 

and imperfections of the barrier

from the outside world

and build a sturdy house

with a door

and windows

and grow a garden

of truth and joy.



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