I am looking at the wall.

Too high to jump,

Too dense to walk through,

Easy to go around.

But I can't make myself go around the wall.

I let myself stare telling me,

"You won't ever get past this."

Just look at the wall.

As I stare at the monster holding me in,

It becomes more beautiful to me.

I can feel myself forgetting there is something beyond it.

I can know that this is not all.

It takes the strength to tear yourself from the thing,

You cannot stop staring at.

It takes passion to divert your eyes from the problem

And look beyond it.

I am looking at the Wall.

I am trying to remember that, yes, it is there,

No, you cannot move it,

It is something that will be there.

But you can move around it,

You can move on.

I am looking at the wall.

Reminding the monster that times in my life

Are massive and blocking

I can go around

Where it is possibly scarier outside,

Then this prison of pain.

Too high to jump,

To dense to walk through.

I am looking at the wall.