A silent slimmer
Of this silvery hope
Lies untainted,
untouched.
I see its natural beauty
through the crumbling wall,
Its reverent radiance
Residing upon my face,
Turning it into
The same silvery hope
That I am lucky to gaze upon.

This decrepit wall never needed
To come crashing and crumbling down,
I just needed to become the silver
That slips through its openings,
And rise into my rightful freedom.