the wall and the road
In the city of my mind,
I have this wall.
This tall, large, thick, wall.
I used to be able to ignore it,
Everything I ever needed to do was inside the limits of my wall.
When I was small, I was curious and traveled to the very edge.
“That’s farther than most kids your age go,” they said.
I just nodded my head and went along.
But as I grew up, the closer to the wall I was required to go,
Until eventually, I was face-to-face with it,
Unable to go through.
“I can’t go past here,” I said,
“There’s a wall blocking my path.”
“No there isn’t,” they said,
“It’s the road. Everyone has them. That’s just what its like.”
I didn’t agree, but I tried anyway.
I couldn’t walk through, so I tried to dig down,
I ended up hitting rock bottom.
“That’s not how you walk the road,” they said,
mocking my dirty face.
I tried again.
I tried to climb the wall.
Using ridges and ledges, I climbed.
Miles, it seemed, I climbed, but went nowhere.
Until I made a misstep and fell back down.
“You’re so clumsy,” they said
“Do it again, but actually try this time.”
I did. I tried again.
And again,
and again,
and again,
and again,
Yet I could never get past this wall.
I eventually started calling out to my friends on the other side.
“It’s just a brick road,” my friends said,
“Some have more cracks, but it is all the same.”
That’s when I looked up at this towering,
Monstrous solid cinderblock wall,
and all I could say was,
“This is not a road”
I was a fish judged on how I could climb,
or a cat on their ability to bark.
“There is a wall, I can’t get through,”
I say.
“It’s just a road”
they say.
About this poem
This was written when I was asked how I felt about receiving a late diagnosis for a learning/neurological disability.
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Submitted by ghosti on January 04, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Scheme | xaa bax c x xbd cx cx efx cx gaxxf chg GGGG ax cx xax i hx de ie |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,804 |
Words | 382 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 1, 1, 3, 2, 2, 3, 2, 5, 3, 4, 2, 2, 3, 1, 2, 2, 2 |
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