'The Wall'

by Selerin "Celery" Keyte

She sat and stared at the wall
Wondering, just wondering when she began to fall
Not full of hate nor of deep sorrow
Wondering, just wondering what'll come tomorrow

Will she succeed to stand straight and tall
Burdened no more when's she's completed all?
Will she attempt only to cower and curse
Shamed with self-pity, to cuddle and nurse.

Her words are as empty as is her face
Invisible hurts leaving no tears to trace.
She imagines herself strong and young
but only because the truth really stung.

Will she be free to laugh and to smile
Once she's passed her self-induced trial?
When will she speak with more then her eyes,
Where no matter what, praise thins and dies?

Was she falling for all of her life,
Frightened and willing to bend to all strife?
Perhaps there is strength to tear herself loose
but in the end she clings to her excuse.

The only thing lost is her good sense
to put away bricks and tear down her fence.
She'd see the world is such a glorious place,
created for her by the Divines' good grace.

She sat and stared at the wall
Looking, just looking for a break in her fall
Ready to give in without a fight
Looking, just looking for the sun in her night.

The only problem is that she can see it
But she's only willing to stare and sit.
Perhaps for reasons of lacking confidence
Or of shame and reluctance for repentance.

Shackled down with unfulfillable hope
Promises that only push her down guilt's slope.
She revels in the despair that she hates
Casting illusions where no one relates.

Words others speak strike worse then she shows
And she drowns in them whenever no one knows.
Her love is a double-edged poisoned blade
Forges in all of the angry fires that she's made.

Will she stop leeching off sympathy
And finally fulfill duties consistently?
Will her frown relax and eventually fade
When the price for her lies has been repaid?

When the chains loosen will she fly away
Only to crash down on some other day?
Of all the obstacles she's ever fought
The worst of all is her own abusive thought.

So she sat and stared at the wall
Wondering, just wondering how she started to fall
She mourns all her losses, ignoring her gain
Wondering, just wondering how she'll shoulder the strain.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Daedalan, in the year 358 AF.