My Little Wall

My little brick wall stands infront of me with you on the other side.

At times I just want to kick the wall down and I toy with the idea but then realize it is better as it stands.

Other times I jump on the wall and do a jig as it holds me up, I know I am okay because it is still there supporting me. So you can see me as my normal self, almost whole, but the wall is still there.

Some times I hide behind it because I feel that is where I belong, it protects me. Though I know there will be a time when that wall has to be crossed.

Maybe one day you will cross my wall. Be the one that comes for me and lets me know that I don't need it. That you need me, the whole me.

But then I think it was never you who was supposed to come for me. You were just there to make me realize that I had this wall. Maybe you are this extra step to make me think that I might soon be ready, for what I am not sure.

Maybe you are an accomplishment that I was always supposed to reach, to realize the potential of finally crossing that wall.

And maybe, just maybe, it was never you that I was going to leave my wall for. Maybe it was for him.

Maybe.