Wall of Words

Berlin Wall

We build our walls

Of bricks and stone

Of words and looks

High and wide

Piece by broken piece

Hurt by wounded hurt

Bridge by burned bridge.                                                                                          

Then we wait…

We feed, then water our hurts

Our broken dreams

Our bulbs of expectations

That never bloom

Without communication.

Without meaning what we say

Or saying what we mean.

Not acknowledging what we keep

Or knowing what to throw away.

We nurture these wounds

Like baby birds with broken wings

Tied to a nest unable to fly

Forced to stay

Behind too long.

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