Another Wall To Climb

solemn wind breathing on the empty shore

the whispers sneaking through the sinking sand

my steps leave little imprints on its floor

fading, unlike the carved grooves of my hand


searching within, instead of looking out 

reading the stories carried in these hands

their hopes, their fears, their dreams, their little doubts

sculpted by tragedy, from falls, from stands


with my old friends, I shall forge my own path

what's within is what I can't be without

passions needing both diligence and wrath

kindling dreams, to burn away my doubt


For every wall built,

Is another wall to climb



  • fuche_bu

    Keep climbing. We all need to keep climbing. We'll get there eventually. nice poem.

  • Goldfinch60

    Those walls are always there and as we climb every one our life experience increases our knowledge. Do not let them stop you.

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