The Wall

She stands so tall, behind a mighty wall; intangible yet irreparable.

I stand at it's base where it meets the ground that keeps her from falling; falling into my arms.

"I will catch you if this wall should fall,  please don't worry and do not hurry"

This wall is made of broken hearts and dreams that never lived.

It would be so easy to crumble if I just placed my finger upon it,

but here I stand looking up on the many miles of wall she's built.

I see her on the top with the morter and another piece of her broken heart.

She is almost finished with her wall, just another brick away.

And now I see her peeking through, in hopes I'll break her free

Of this unconciously unwanted prison she's built.

     -Anthony