I see a wall, a white brick wall...
So clean yet rough, so bleak yet tough.
Staring at it makes me ponder about the exploration of life,
what it has brought and bared me to face.
Cruel thoughts flowed in as constant reminder of failure
and living up to expectations overcome me.
Brushing it off I then scrutinize the wall,
finding cracks and bumps.
This brought be back to think about it...
The little imperfection we all have,
hoping no one would notice.
It's unfair for those prominent ones,
The thought of it pains me to know.
How could something so innocent invoke such thought
but at the same time looking at it gave me a sense of comfort and hope.
Knowing that it is strong and can stand by itself
bracing and standing firm. That's faith.
That is what saw in the white brick wall.
