My Wall

I stare at this wall 
with crumbling stone
the hard texture stares back at me
I can not see a way through
it seems impossible

A crack appears
a tiny space of light and
if I pull each side
the stone may fall
or at least loosen
It seems a mammoth task
albeit the strength
I think I have
my arms are weak
my body is tired
my mind consumed
I close my eyes

and imagine
a mighty gust
a powerful force
rising up from the earth
and with one fair bash

the wall is loosened

if I dare to dream

the wall may fall

© Al Rights Reserved – The boy in the chip shop 2019

Author: Michelle Denness

Wife, mother to three incredible kids and aspiring writer/poet. I am passionate about sharing personal stories to empower others and this space is for me to be open and free with my thoughts. This is my journey...

8 thoughts on “My Wall”

  1. I’ve been in bed for three days crying. I trust my therapist but the work we are doing has been peeling back the layers on 50 year old wounds. I understand what’s going on cognitively but emotionally it seems impossible to somehow begin to let love reach into places where love has long since been denied access..

    As I lay here now reading blogs and knowing I leave in one hour for another therapy session, all I see is my wall, one that I give God permission to tear down yet fearing I’ll be crushed and consumed by the rubble…

    Somehow you speak to me, and it’s comforting. Thank you for writing.

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  2. You are an amazingly strong person and you give that strength to other people. Allow yourself some of your strength. The stronger you are the more you can help others and keep yourself in the right place. Power to Michelle🏋️‍♀️

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