The Wall

The wall seemed to say:
“Come here, you are mine today.
I gave you warmth
When the sun was gone;
I shaded you from the heat
When it was dawn.”

“I am not young any more,
I don’t need your shade like before.
I want to see the sun,
Go out, have freedom and fun.
Your walls seem to close in,
Strangling the very essence of my being.”
She was so distraught,
Nevertheless she fought.
The wall seemed to have softened;
It did have a window that beckoned.

The light streamed in a golden hue.
The wall whispered,
“The sun is a dream only I am true.”
Beads of silver tear flowed down as she wept,
To venture out into that glorious world her tiny heart was set.

The wall knew in the silent night,
She wouldn’t give up without a fight.
The wall loved her with all its heart;
It unlocked its door with a dreary thought:
What if she didn’t return?
Out there was so much to learn.

In her freedom she reveled,
To new heights she traveled.
In the great outdoors she thought she would sleep,
But woke up to find a wall more steep.