The Wall

There is a wall which separates you and I-

I know not quit how to pierce it.

It is ever present betwixt us two,

And it seems to keep me from really knowing you.

And so, there it is.

Its thickness varies with the time

But when I think I should be able to climb;

Fate’s gravity does so ever incline

To push me back down.

Sometimes the wall seems paper thin

My hand pushes to break the boundary then,

But awkwardly should I come stumbling through

To make you take flight, for fear of pursuit.

I know not what the key should be

To break this wall into debris

But whether by persistence, or persistence’s key

I will find a way to join me to thee


(September 4, 2011)