Original Poetry – Brick Wall

Jen Lowry Writes

I stare at the brick wall

It taunts me

Beckons me to take on the challenge

Mocks me with rough edges

I rise up

My hand is tiny

Too small for busting through

No super powers

No wrecking ball

I’m too cordial for that

And now I stare at you

Like you’re another brick wall

But then the spirit whispers

And I smile

You started as sand

You’ll pass through my fingers like you still are

I’ll find one way or another

To make my way around you

Stay standing

I don’t care whether or not you fall

That means I have emotion attached to you

Sorry but I don’t

Who apologizes to brick walls anyway

Not me

Not anymore

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