Walls, by Lisa Ankrah

I’m making a wall

With bricks of exasperation and mortar of refusal to communicate

To shield against the drills of repeated insults

The jackhammers of bad, painful memories.

I make the bricks from fear of vulnerability and negative experiences

The mortar is mixed with self-loathing, anger, and hate.

I make this wall to hide from the angry mobs

Of noisy name-callers

Of false friends

Of angry acquaintances

Of conceited classmates

Of repeated rejections.

But alas, this wall has cracks

Little tiny cracks

That let the painful spotlight of ridicule in

That let the insults in

That let the lies, the betrayals, the false smiles of allies with knives hidden behind their backs in.

They shall be the mortar that fixes these cracks.

-Lisa Ankrah

Image: What I Found at Murray Hall, Megha Patel

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