Pulling Down a Wall

There is a wall I’ve made inside myself
I haven’t looked beyond it now for years
I feel the stones but don’t remember what
lies beyond their stacking neat and tight.
Wondering why today I might feel ready,
I peer within and crane my consciousness.

Can I recall what made me do it long ago?
Is the courage here at last to look?
To scrutinize without averting eyes?
What is this slippery eel of fear I feel?
I train my gaze upon the wall of stones.
What is my own, must not be walled away.

I take myself in hand and face the task.
It’s time to take apart what once I built,
what once upon a time had every reason
to protect my tender skin from scathing pain.
I bend to pull the first of stones to topple
what keeps me from my strength and holy wellness.

©Susa Silvermarie 2025