Crumble
i wish i could feel
so that i can cry
or laugh
or smile for real
cause right now it feels fake
with walls too thick
and arches too high
soon it should be bound to break
but now i dont know
i wish it would crumble
like joshua and jericho
seven laps to humble
i dont know who to trust
who wont let me secrets spill
who will leave me in the dust
encourage me till
this stone barrier comes down
down
down
then i wont be tired of cracking
and patching
trying despretly to fix
each and every hole
that happens to show
instead break it down
working to grow
the cracks
and imperfections of the barrier
from the outside world
and build a sturdy house
with a door
and windows
and grow a garden
of truth and joy.
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