The Wall
I’m okay for months,
not paying much attention to the
things that hurt
I have a wall up between me and words
The words barge into the wall, trying to
make it fall
Everyday is the same thing
over and over
That wall doesn’t fall,
at least not yet anyways
One day the words come back and
they’re three times their original size
The words run into the wall
The wall comes tumbling down
Now the words are running through straight
towards me.
Attacking me with such hateful
things.
I don’t know what to do
I believe it for a second, which
then turns into a minute, which
then turns into hours
It takes a while for me to
regain my strength
And when I do,
I’ll be three times as strong.