It Won’t Be OK

To let go

The mass – now too great to endure

Arms weary and swollen

Thwarting the barrier’s fall since birth

 

 Drained
limbs are lowered

Spirit broken

The partition falls

 

One last turn . . .

One last time. . .

One final gaze. . .

 

Leaving all that is good in the world behind

Stepping over the rubble of the once great wall

To the other side

Where the soil grows only indiscretion

And torment

 

If only . . .

Another rootless soul wanders along . . .

Places limbs upon the wall . . .

Allowing a brief respite . . .

 

If only . . .