my wall

thinking my eyes are open
I go running along
and
SMACK!

My eyes were not open enough to see
what was right in front of me

So I look around and see wall after wall
all the walls that before I couldn't see at all

I thought my eyes were open
but now I'm sure they are
so I start running again
and before I got very far....

TUMBLE!

I tumbled right over a divider
a concrete divider right in my path
I should have seen it coming
I thought I did the math

my eyes should have been open
and I should have went around
but I just couldn't see it
I looked but there was nothing to be found

So I forced my eyes open even wider
and I saw the dividers going around the walls
making a path that I should take
a path that would have avoided me these falls

So I started running along the path
So happy with myself
So happy to avoid the wrath
of running into a wall
and falling over the dividers that stand really tall

I knew I was on the right path now
It took a lot of falls but I am here somehow

but in my head I got such a big head
that I stopped seeing the walls...
seeing what's ahead...

and I ran into more walls
and I went on to have more falls...

but I never stopped to think
if I should stop trying to make it
even in those times
I wanted to give up I faked it

until I got to the end of the road
bruised up and bloody
and tired from carrying this load

that I had on my back
struggled with all this way
strained myself to get it this far
strained so much I couldn't open my eyes...
and this was the price that I paid.....

I could have made it with grace
I could have made it on pace
had a great run of this life
me, my kids and my wife...

but I strained all the way
and I did the best I could
with this load that I was burdened with
but I did what I knew I should

I couldn't put it down
I couldn't leave it behind
it was mine to keep
and I didn't mind

so now I am here
at the end of the line
my eyes only part way open
trying to find

a way past this wall
this massive, neverending wall
not seeing a way
to get around it at all

I felt my way along
not being able to see
feeling the coarse texture
trying not to give up completely

I hear others make their way past me
there must be a door
I try to force my eyes open
I use all my strength... down to the core

but I know what I must do
I must put down this load that I carry
but I don't want it to be found again
so I know that I must bury

but the ground is too hard
and I have no shovel to dig
and I don't know what to do
my load is just too big

So at this wall I stay
wanting to get past it someday

hearing the others go on by
and wondering to myself..... why?

why can't I make it past
when everyone else just goes on through
I guess this wall is mine and mine alone
and I know what I must do...

I must tear down this wall
on brick at a time
until the whole damn thing collapses
and then I hope to find another rhyme...

cuz this story is done
and these rhymes have all been said
until I make it past this wall
this wall, that fills me with dread...

maybe another day
I will find the words to say
to say that I made it through
and I'll share what's on the other side...
with you.

Thanks for sharing. Sometimes we need others to help us climb over that wall and other times we find a way to simply go round it and other times we turn around and try another route where there are no walls. Walls can be good for protection but there comes a time to knock it down too.