It was laid brick by brick.

Wall by wall right in front of my face.

There before I even realized it was built.

Created in the dark.

Meant to block out the light.

The only wall that can build itself.

***

I am told to move forward and I try.

My forehead has met brick over and over again.

Until I feel concussed.

And until blood covers my eyes.

Yet still they demand progress.

The blood is not a sign of effort to them.

***

Now I cannot see and I fear the wall.

I do not know where it starts and ends.

What obstacles are meant to be overcome or accepted as is.

Which kind is supposed to help or hurt.

So I am left feeling blindly in the dark.

Rooted in place when all I need is some light from your side.