I sit at home starring at the walls,
Each wall will look back at me with neutral empathy,
Ironic as they understand, they don’t transform my day.






I try puncturing the wall,

I see that my day has always been the same,
Same hopeless walls that can’t do anything,
The same cold, dark, nights,









I create a hole….
As days move on,
I ignore the pain I find from the walls staring back at me,
I do my work, and when I get started I don’t stop puncturing the wall,




I see light escaping this hole,



As I keep puncturing it,



There are more splits in the spot I wounded,



I keep working to find the light,



When I do, I pull apart the wounds and I see what I want to see….

















My Search Begins





I sit at home starring at the walls,
Each wall will look back at me with neutral empathy,
Ironic as they understand, they don’t transform my day.






I try puncturing the wall,

I see that my day has always been the same,
Same hopeless walls that can’t do anything,
The same cold, dark, nights,









I create a hole….
As days move on,
I ignore the pain I find from the walls staring back at me,
I do my work, and when I get started I don’t stop puncturing the wall,




I see light escaping this hole,



As I keep puncturing it,



There are more splits in the spot I wounded,



I keep working to find the light,



When I do, I pull apart the wounds and I see what I want to see….