POETRY: The Wall

Rebuilding walls that have fallen
with the onerous weight of hope
and trust that came like chisels;
flakes of suspicion flying,
each false smile laying
another layer low

Now each slight a stone, each
pebble a pain, each
lie lost and forgotten;
mortared by grit and tears
skin of granite, smooth as slate
the tower grows

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