Shortly after hitting
this solid brick wall,
the one I saw from a mile off,
the one I knew I would reach,
yet still I ran headlong
into this indomitable barrier.
As I stagger from the impact,
my heart wants desperately
to escape from the cage of my chest.
I knew I would arrive here,
yet now that I find myself here,
I have no idea what to do
or who to be.
And now that I’ve hit this wall
toward which I’ve been sprinting,
all of the emotions catch up to me.
I miss the faces, the smiles.
I miss the laughter and tickling.
I miss the feeling of hope and understanding
I miss the love.
I wish I could go back for a hug.
I wish I knew what they were doing.
I wish I hadn’t walked away so easily.
I wish that I was still doing something
to make the world a better place.
As I stand at the wall,
I swallow my regrets,
for I have faith
that I have chosen the right path
and that someday
I will find a place like that again.
So until then,
I stand at the wall,
let these emotions roll over me,
and wait until the time is right
to walk around
and press on.
