She always wonders why no one calls.

But it’s her fault since she had to build a wall.

This wall, made out of broken stones and sticks,

Is something that is very hard to fix.

No one is ever allowed to cross over

To her side of the wall that’s full of green clovers.

A place full of happiness, laughter, and bliss.

An ocean full of memories that she would surely miss.

Resting in the grass under the sun,

Feels like she’s on a cloud full of fun.

The way her eyes glitter at her side makes her so proud.

She never looks at the other side of the wall, afraid of the crowd.

She doesn’t want anyone to ruin her paradise.

People play games and there’s always a price.

The darkness and shadows hover over there.

She doesn’t like the negativity that floats in the air.

Instead, she wallows and stays in her zone.

She’s full of joy, but she’s never felt so alone.

But one day, a person with the hair of gold,

Broke down her stones and her side felt cold.

“We do not need a wall,’’ the person smiled.

Tears fell down her face and she felt like a child.

She didn’t want a wall in the first place,

But she just wanted to always have a safe space

From the world all around her, that bends and breaks her.

A world that makes even the strongest man stir.