The crumbling walls, they fell, they fell,

With dust and clouds of smoke.

But radiant light broke through the night

And a spirit, mine, awoke.

 

It was hard to say for sure that day

What caused the dam to burst.

Fear’s grip on the brick, anxiety’s hold,

Had finally been dispersed.

 

Through the year, that accursed year,

The wall had grown quite frail.

Tears from my eyes in waves and waves

Bombarded, accosted, like hail.

 

When the wall collapsed, it was hard to see

The pain I had trapped inside.

It washed away on flowing tides

As my eyes were finally dried.

 

Throughout the year, that blessed year,

I could not see the end.

In that hurt and hiding, that backward sliding,

I saw no hope, no friend.

 

But without that year, that crumpled wall,

I’d still be caged and torn.

For without those words spoken, those secrets revealed,

I could never have been reborn.

 

Now a home is built out of those old bricks

Which once entrapped my soul.

For anyone who wishes may find me there,

Pure and good and whole.