𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝔂 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂

The Wall

A/n: Hey guys, I'm back with more poetry! Introducing, The Wall:

I'm gazing up at a towering rampart. I look right and then left, on either side I see the wall disappear into the horizon. This wall is strong. It is stone cold. Nothing could possibly get past this tall wall; it is too high to climb over, and it is far too wide to even dream of breaking through.

Part of me wonders: when did this wall appear? It seems as though one day it just rose out of the ground. Although I feel like it has always been here, when I look back on earlier memories, I can't find this wall in any of them. It would be hard to forget something so blunt and bold. It takes up all of my vision. No matter how far I back up, I can't see the top. If there is a top for that matter.

This wall makes me feel safe. It protects me, and it cares about me. I wouldn't have any doubts about this wall if it weren't for one thing. If this one thing wasn't there, I'm sure I would be satisfied to sit behind this wall forever, even though I'm not going anywhere. I would find no disappointment in staying frozen like this, not moving at all, if it weren't for this one thing.

What is this thing you ask? I'll tell you. I'm leaning against the stone that rises above the clouds, reveling in my fortitude, when a small whisper drifting through the wind finds it's way to my ear. I focus on the sound, trying to make out what it's saying, but I can't quite put these sounds into words.

I hear this whisper, and I try to discover all I can about it's nature. When I listen carefully, I realize that it is not actually a whisper, but the sound is just muffled and far away. I press my head against the wall and my eyes widen. This sound is coming from the other side.

I'm so curious. What is this voice? What does it want? It sounds urgent, but it's too quite for me to find anything else. I feel like there's an unknown truth hiding just out of my reach, a memory. Once forgotten, but I'm desperate to call it back.

That's when it hits me; I've heard this voice before. When there was no wall I heard this voice all the time, but I had forgotten it completely until now. I can't quite put a face to this voice, but when I hear it I feel happier, as if this person was special to me.

If only I could make out what they're saying, then I might remember who they are, but the wall is too dense, so hardly any sound can get through.

"P_ea__! Co_e ou_ _f t_ere! It w_ll b_ al_igh_. I pr_m_se. J_st com_ b_ck. I miss you..."

I pieced together what little I could hear, and suddenly it all made sense. Please, come out of there. It will be alright, I promise. Just come back.

The last part I could hear clearly: I miss you.

I understand now, why this wall is here. This wall was made to protect me, from people. This wall was made so that I wouldn't get hurt again. This wall is here to shut everyone out, no matter what their intentions.

I know this because I built this wall myself.

I miss going outside and taking risks, it was fun. You can't have happiness unless you have sadness too, but on that day, I decided that I didn't need happiness. If happiness came with sadness I thought it better to have neither of them. Why take the risk?

I'm sorry, but I can't come out now, person on the other side of the wall. I'm sorry that I can't remember who you are, or more accurately who you were before I shut you out.

I'm sorry, but actually, I'm not.

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