Finding the Crevices

And as you climb over the wall
only to find another wall,
and shadow of even more beyond
you fall to the ground
and cry.

Your arms and your soul are weary.
Your heart beats wildly
like trapped bird
and for that moment,
you are lost.

And then you breath,
the cool autumn air fills you
with promises, of the memory
of horizons, remembering these walls
were once rubble,

like you.
and you reach up,
your fingers finding the crevices
to climb, even if only for today,
to climb.