Head first
I pushed through every wall.
it didn’t work.
tried again, and again
it didn’t work—my head burst.
with hands worn, I went back
rebuilt them all.
it didn’t work, but I built more.
it still doesn’t work and now
my hands broke.
but at least no more
sounds come through
and at least
I’m far enough.
I’m tired, but I’m better.
I shared my words with the wonderful Elle, and this is the result. If you liked this check out Elle's page @ hellopoetry.com/ellebsun where there's more of this sweet stuff.
Thank you Elle, it was a pleasure.