The Wall

I tried very hard to build a wall,

A wall, on the sea shore

The sea is the past where there’s a raging squall,

And to bits my wall it tore.

The only way is to bury the past

For it poisons the present, Im told

But the barriers I build never seem to last

The past has me in a stranglehold.

With effort, I try against it to fight,

Pain engulfs me while I struggle and strain,

Put it all behind me, with all my might,

Yet my efforts all seem to be in vain

For every wall I build on the sandy shore

To keep the raging past at bay

Needs a foundation of trust at the core

And belief so that I don’t sway.