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Apr 2012
Another hole in the wall, another brick that falls. I try tearing down what I've tried to keep me built up. Its harder to see behind these things that I've kept up for years and years to come. Knees grow weak, fist stay steady on target. These walls that I've used as my shield have become my weakness, my fault is my own. So deep I hide, without ever saying good bye I've forgotten all that you were and now look what I've become. Trapped you see me, but your sight is only what you claim them to behold. Do you see me? Or do you see this image I've left out on their exterior? I've longed for something to keep me safe from harm, but doing so I gone to far. For now I see, that these walls that I held so dearly, are the cause of the corruption in me. Taking a stand I rise. Fists at the ready but my body has grown so weak. Fist plummet into into the barriers that once held all away,  and kept the demons at bay will fall tonight. Nothing more now stands in my way and as the dust clears I can see the light of day and who are those to stand around me? Not a word is spoken, but tears of rejoice is heard from their hearts. Forever it is unknown, what we have lost, but what we find in the future is something to hold dear, and live a life without fear is my new aspiration.
Bryce Sellers-Booth
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