Where once I thought
The wall was built of brick and stone,
Mortared and fast,
I now see
An eggshell quality:
Sturdy for a time
But ready to give
At just the right pressure,
With just the right point.
Breakable.
You are breaking through
From the outside.
But from the inside
I must do my part,
With courage.
Praying for strength
Has not been the key.
What I need is courage
To face to light that until now
Has been diffused.
Guide my hand and my heart,
That I might strike through,
Stretch my wings,
And fly.
A sparrow.
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