Unfinished Business
Nov 8 · 1 min read
A wall taller than I can see
A call louder than anything else could be
It’s shattering glass, a scream on the wind
The power of nations on the head of a pin
This is all caustic, eroding, fleeting
Days of emptiness, never knowing, only briefly meeting
A battleground where the tide ebbs and flows
I’ll walk to forever with a bloody nose
I don’t profess proficiency in who I am or what I should be
I confess unpreparedness and inadequacy
But there’s a longing to act, to shift out of grey
I work at being free every day
