tearing down the wall

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tearing down the wall

Blue skies
Light weightless clouds
Bright sun shining down
Rays of warmth brushing my face

This day
This warm loving day
I started my rebirth
The rebirth of me
The I that everyone knew
The I that I hide from the world

I’m opening my shell
The brick wall that I put up to shelter me
To shelter me from the opinions
The judgments
The frowning of all these people around me


But today I will live again
This day is me rebirth
So with blue skies
And weightless clouds I welcome the dawn
And the weight of this new outlook on live

The weight of the sun is so warm
Warm like that love I feel from my friends
The love that I feel just by letting down that wall
The wall that I built to shelter the little one on the inside

But by building the wall the little me just het her head
She was trying to grow but couldn’t
The shelter was to protect the little one
But after a time it became a cage for an animal

An animal that needed big open air to grow
From this shelter she could see
The blue sky
Light clouds breezing by
The sunshine that glowed for above

The one on the outside finally found the key to that door
The door that could let the little me come out to play
Now all the little me needs to do is lose that lock to the door

Hide it
Burn it away
Barry it so that I can’t lock myself away again
Because this world isn’t meant to be a cage

Live every day as you would have no tomorrow
Because tomorrow may come or it may not
But at least you can say that you are happy
Happy with what you did every day
Day to day so smile

This is your lucky day
Smile and greet the sunshine
Greet the blue sky
Greet the clouds that run to meet us every day
And blanket us every night so we can sleep in peace.

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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