The Wall

The Wall

Some days,
life feels like
a grey stone,
medieval wall.

We charge at it,
butt our heads against it,
but the stones resist,
reject us,
bounce us backwards.

It repels us,
again and again,
and it won’t break down.

Then, one day,
when we least expect it,
a door opens in the wall.

We step through it
and discover
a bright, new,
beautiful land.

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