I built a wall
between us
of unsaid words
of closed doors
of faces turned away
and backs turned towards
That day in the field
the sun high in the sky
the dead grass crunching under our feet
it was not a step I took towards you
but a wall I climbed
that it is why it took so long
to be at last
by your side
That is why as the wall exists
it will always take so long
As the wall exists
I will always be hiding–
a bigger occasion always needed
to get me to climb
I understand now
I will have to start chipping away at that wall
with words exchanged
open doors
with faces turned forwards
instead of away
Because if I don’t start chipping away at that wall
I will continue chipping away at you papa
and I don’t want to do that papa
because I love you
This is beautifully. I love the manner in which you wrote it, read it twice.. I think the character is learning, one step at a time. 🙂
Thank you!