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Push back the walls.
Kick at them from your anger,
from release
they will not budge.
Whisper to them of hope, they stir
Share a new vision,
they begin to dissolve.
Like fear, they are only
fleeting wisps of a perceived reality.
Walls, with half hidden reinforcements
of shame and guilt,
the adhesive fabric we wrap ourselves in.
Our walls are not walls,
more to keep us in.
Our truth is not truth,
mostly maps of where we have been.
The maps of where we are going
lie patiently like the night,
on the other side
Waiting for us to rise up
and expand in love again,
reclaiming that
which we did not know was ours.
That
which we did not know was lost.
Jamar |
