The Wall

I have a wall in front of me,

no door, no window, no freedom.

I own a ladder, but i hesitate to climb,

afraid of what i might encounter

on the other side.

I intend to brake free, but i am not sure of my capability.

I climb the first step, i feel less isolated,

but im feet above the ground.

the further i climb, the harder the fall will be.

i feel scared to leave the safe ground, for that mysterious wonder

awaiting my presence.

my curiosity is killing me, i take another step, 

im still no where near the top.

one more wont hurt, im afraid to look.

i'll climb higher without looking down,

im half way there. in between

what could be the life of my dreams

and the floor of defeat. the pressure is building in my body,

my mind is confused, what direction to choose,

what side will i lose.

so close,

to both,

so far from the truth.

there is no looking back, im striving to get to the top.

To smell the air on the other side, to feel the warmth, to uncover

the hidden ive wondered for so long.

I climb two more steps,

i can see a light, i hear voices, i feel

something pulling me up. a force,

a gravitation, a drive, i climb and i climb,

the wall seems to grow, i think in my mind.

im finally at the top,

ive conquered my wall, ive defeated my anxiety to forget where

im from.

i look down at the hidden, its the same as the past,

there is no one beneath, and no one

to come.

i await for a sign

 of a second wall to climb.