The Wall
The guard stood at the gate and did not flinch when I walked up to him. As much as I might have taunted, cried, laughed, pushed, shoved, bothered, and question he did no move. I walked away with frustration written all across my face, my tone, and my body language. I thought I had been defeated. I though that I had done something wrong. I had allowed the guard the chance to talk, speak, open his mouth, explain... but instead he stood there like a wall. I laid it all out there. Every ounce of who I was. I put the effort into it. And sometimes I feel like I ended up on the opposite side of the wall. The guard someone puts up when life gets too fast. The fear we place between us and the next person when we do not know what we want or where we want to go. The wall that blocks all access to the core of who we are. The hardest part about it... I fell against a wall. I leaned up against the wall. I sat up against the wall. And while the wall bounced back the echoes and the sounds I sent t...