Build your walls

             Moments like these where a voice wants to
talk yet a wall is built. How do you propose the
openness to be there?

             Ah back up. The strength to turn around,
seeing that the need to talk only falls upon the
brick wall. Still, though, I speak. Hoping that the
grasping is not in vain.

            So much is the first step but the silence
still is very deafening. Yet I understand as much
as I am meant to. Weaned into learning too
much noise can harm.

           Yes. Standing outside, the view is cold but
busy. Staying at a pace where watching the wall
being placed.

           How much more "professional" can a person
be? The sterile interaction that leave a bad
taste in the mouth. Still to arch the fingers,
straighten the spine and squeak out the voice, I do.

         The common is not so, so much, anymore.
The breeze in directions become stiff and words
halt within the very moonlight.

         Scratchy becomes the joy but nevertheless
I found it. Standing in briar patch and so
brilliantly shining. I may find hurt, despair but
I am standing. Enduring where the clash of
a broken moment. I stood staring at the
ever growing building, solid and defiant.

          Yes my meek voice became loud. A hopeful
way looking into the airways, learning. So
a bit of happiness to gain when I say my words.
Whether heard or not I have been made clear.

         So build your brick wall. Stand in your
own defiance. Just understand I will be heard.
I will be learning. I still hold onto a hope that
words of mine cross deep into the building.

        Indeed, somewhere, the wind whistles
and you are listening. I have been taken
notice. Ah a hope for sure.