As I stare at the panels of the wall
Hidden behind layer on layer of concrete,
I know that they are strong.
They will hold me up, and never recede.
They are there to protect everything that I know.
My possessions. My life. My fears.
They, too, were once naked, and weak,
With simply panel upon panel, and tier upon tier.
Without the layers of concrete
Protecting its weak and hollow inside,
Each panel would crumble and crack,
Leaving behind ruins, that would simply subside,
To dust.
What if I broke them down?
What if I cracked each layer of stone,
One by one,
And let the panels break, standing alone?
Because then maybe you could finally see,
That these walls aren’t here to protect me,
But only to stop the light from shining
Onto the pain that is hiding,
On the other side of the concrete.