broken walls.

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I sit facing a broken wall,

cracks spread invading every corner,

they don’t stop,

I run my fingers along the broken wall,

I feel the ache, the tears, the pain.

I sit facing a broken wall,

but it’s not broken anymore,

a light shines,

it doesn’t stop,

I run my fingers along the broken wall,

I feel the strength, the content, the bliss.

I sit facing a broken wall,

and it stares right back at me,

it isn’t until then I realise,

this broken wall is me.


-Whenlifeawakens 🙂

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