no more walls

no more walls

 

as a small child i collected garbage

carried it with me all day

every day

slept with it all night

every night

like a good little

 up and coming bag lady

growing older and stronger allowed more garbage collecting

with arms over full

it piled on my head

until i could carry no more

started building walls with all my garbage

the more built

the more collected

my walls climbed high and grew dark

unstable against the cold winds hurling

those beautiful walls caved in around me

hit rock bottom in pain

buried by stinking rotten garbage

paralyzed for a long time

gathering strength

starting to squirm under the wait

bits of garbage tumbling aside

i can see light

again

maybe

just maybe

if i keep squirming

i can free myself of all this garbage

to stand tall

stretch

run free

no more garbage

no more walls

Thanx for stopping by.  See you soon.

~ by francleablunt on August 23, 2011.

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