The Black Wall

[Guest aballofquestions]

I saw the prison being built,

stone upon black stone.

Many came to raise the walls

which in the daylight shone.

I watched them build from far away

their fortress built of dark.

But as the walls grew oh so tall

they began to leave their mark.

Soon the walls encompassed me

I knew not how they had,

but in the e'er encroaching dim

in inky black I was clad.

In that profound and dangerous dark

I fumbled for a light,

I found instead a pair of chains

then lost the will to fight.

I laid there then, upon the chains

the blackness all around me,

I wrapped the chains around my arms

held shut by locks with no key

Others had put the walls in place

built black of hate and strife

It was I who shackled myself to them,

a prisoner to my own life

One day I saw the sun again, and knew that it was real

I taste the warmth and drank its joy, even under the steel.

The steel of those black, icy chains, which I wrapped about my soul

gave way to a choice I had not had. The walls, or freedom whole?

I had grown accustomed to the chains, their misery my companion

To rip them loose would rend my flesh, my soul a gaping canyon.

And yet the choice was not at all, the path was clear to see,

I laid down the chains and walked in light, finally free to be.

-Alexis

[Guest Jennifer T]

Alexis, I love this!! I found in my own life that it was I who built my own walls.

[Guest]

Wonderful work, Alexis.

for sharing.

Huggs,

Joann

[Guest]

Wow!!!!

I'm not a huge poetry fan and usually just skim through them but this one...woah...you made me cry.

I cry not for sadness but the same tears I cried 16 months ago as I watched other people's transition videos and saw how happy they were. They were tears of happiness when I realized there was sunlight still yet to be had.

Thank you for sharing your talents

Ashley

[Guest aballofquestions]

Aww thank you all...

You know poetry was one of those things that was very very important to me when I was a younger. It was something that my parents always really supported me in but eventually, like a lot of other things, I put it down in a little box and buried it because it was just another thing that boys didnt do. Im very happy that I have the freedom to do the things I love again.

Thank you all for the kind words

love

-Alexis

[Guest Jennifer T]

Keep writing Alexis.

Peace.