I made this wall to keep the harm out, it has served me well but there is something else. After years behind the wall, I’m getting this growing sense that I am somehow missing out.
I see you and you see me but as we go to touch, something stops us.
The wall keeps you out too.
Now I sit here in my space where I used to feel so safe. But now, it’s not just that I’m missing out but something else – I feel something sinister here with me, invisible to my eyes as I look around.
It’s just me, there is nothing in here, what could it be?
That’s when I catch a glimpse in the reflection of the glass.
It is in me, it has been growing in me and changing me.
I realise now is the time to let down the walls. I’m not ready but I don’t think I will ever be.
All I know if I don’t I will cease to be me.