The wall


What is it like I wonder,
to stand so still, like a wall with large pieces missing?
To lean ever so slightly, yet refuse to fall?
Not out of fear of the unknown
you do not know how to fail.
Do you understand my message?
My offer to be your wall, to be your missing brick?
Do you hear my tears as they fall?
I will not refuse to lean.
I will lean upon you.Thus I will solve your secret flaw.
for not being able to lean
I lean into you.
I will be your support
I will be that which allows you strength.
I will hope that each brick that falls
falls gently from you.
and pray each day
and each night for rain, for sun
for stars and crickets.
Until time comes and goes
like a silent thief
this is natures way.
A bit of green, a mass of vines
to bind these walls together
we two
and when time ends
that strange new day
the maker will take a walk through his garden
It is my hope, my dream, my solemn wish
that he pause upon the sight
of two walls old
and broken in places
covered in vines to bind them
one to the other.
leaning ever so gently toward each other
as if they are sharing secrets
as if they know something
as if they belong to each other
like drops of rain that cling together
I wonder at your strength
and I know you refuse to fail
lean toward me
lean toward me
I will hold you tall
even if I must bend
to meet you
For I love your strength
and I love your weakness
I love your hidden secrets
We are as time eternal
and as it passes I pray
old wounds will fade away
never to be seen again.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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