In sadness I fly
on what could be,
what should be.

In madness I try
to find vic’try,
make his’try.

In gladness I cry
I’m empty,
can’t touch me.

And then I break down.

*image credit: spokenwizdom.wordpress.com

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21 thoughts on “walls

  1. I really like this one :)

  2. excellent! How do you do it…? it seems effortless…

  3. Terri Nelson says:

    Beautiful photo Jessica. Is it yours? I’m sure you were there. I would love to see before I die. Keep writing. Love your prose/poetry!!!

  4. Jessica says:

    Terri, you got me. I had been meaning to put up the photo credit. No, I didn’t take it. I wish! I’m hoping to make it to Europe in the near future, so maybe I *will* see some places like this… I’m glad you like what I write. Thank you so very much for reading and commenting! It means so much to me. :)

  5. Ned's Blog says:

    Admittedly, your poetry is so well written it hurts to read the emotion between the stanzas sometimes. But the beauty of the words heals. As always, nicely done.

  6. blogturtle says:

    Very touching poem, Jessica. I feel it right here (heart).

  7. Lilly Sue says:

    Awesome photo to go with the poem.

  8. Such a tragic end, but its imitation to life makes ‘walls’ a special piece of work.

  9. Congratulations on your nomination – 2013 Best Poetry/Spiritual Healing post

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