The wall doesn't dare move or shift
as I lay at its feet the blame, the pain,
refusing to ignore but instead to see.
Walls completely surround me
but this one is it, the offender I've chosen,
that keeps me prisoner inside a lie.
It forces me to find a way, a path,
to ignite my buried creativity's passion
all while refusing to give in, to give up.
Let me paper that wall with hopes,
covering it in external beauty and power,
my truth and my honesty on display.
Because if I look away, hide or blink,
I will turn away and refuse to take action,
disappearing into a world of fear,
finding no mercy for me or my soul.
Oh how I wish to be free, to soar,
to stumble upon the answers, the moments
and experiences that will allow me
to take my place in this world of confusion
and not only survive but thrive.