365 Days · Poetry

275 – Pieces Of Me

The instinctual metaphor is a brick wall
Bricks are supposed to be impenetrable
But really it isn’t really made of anything
It’s constructed painstakingly
By pieces of me
Separating me from the life I want
The things I cannot have yet
And the person I want to be
No one can see it but it stands so tall

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