The Wall

 

She used to have a wall around her.

A wall that could protect her from anything.

From being hurt, being provoked, being angry, and being loved…

She spent a lot of time building the wall.

And a lot more time hiding the wall,

So that people coming to her would not notice the wall

So that people would falsely believe that they are with her,

when she was actually alone, alone in the wall.

 

Day after day, night after night,

The wall became thicker,

Thicker and thicker that she could no longer break the wall by herself.

Wishing for someone to break the wall, wishing to invite someone in the wall

Yet too scared to ask for help.

 

Then, he came to the wall.

She smiled at him, just as she did to others, while crying behind the wall.

Day by day, he came closer to the wall,

slowly and steadily, so that she would be less scared, so that she would hold his hands.

There he came, melting a small portion of the wall, patting her crying shoulder.

He gently touched her face, wiped the tears with his fingers, held her hands…

 

The wall’s yet to be melt away,

But there’s a small door in the wall

through which she comes out from time to time, holding his hands,

She now looks around the world, and smiles...