Walls of Mine
These walls of mine
stand as tall as towers,
threatening to steal the sun,
but still I look up,
defying these brick stones
keeping me standing in one place.
These walls of mine
cage me in,
keeping the world
just out of my reach,
but my hands have begun
to break the stones.
These walls mock me
for they still tower above,
they still keep me here,
and here I stand
with dreams in me
begging to break
these walls of mine.
These walls will fail
the test of time
because my wings have grown,
and my dreams
are about to touch the sky.
And when I look back,
there will no longer remain
these walls
of mine.
Walls of Mine
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
<Deleted User> (5646)
Mon 14th Jul 2008 10:30
Hi Melissa, once again the rhythm comes through in your writing.
I've thought long and hard about this one and hope you don't mind my speaking what thoughts entered my mind.
I feel your walls are like the walls of Jericho.
Which makes me want to do 2 things. Either paint them white until ready to let them come tumbling down OR to tear it down and replace it with a blank canvas. Either of which can be used to paint pictures of what you want.
Canvas is more flexible and can be used as a curtain to be pulled around us when we need shelter but opened up to allow the light in.
Please feel free to remove this comment if it doesn't meet with your approval. I won't be offended. Lots of love and best wishes, Janet.xx