Wallpaper. oil painting ~ Michael Douglas Jones
These walls were papered
by the landlord,
long before this was my room,
and all the tenants here before me
never questioned or presumed
that they could ever change the patterns
of the walls, or of the world.
They were held by their surroundings,
as sure as if there was no door,
for they accepted
what was presented
and never questioned their décor.
When we look a little closer
at the walls surrounding us,
we see the seam
is slowly lifting,
and behind,
we find
no wall at all.
my god. no wall at all. my heart stood still.
ReplyDeletebut the patterns always change. whether we know it or not. i prefer to know.
I am writing this from a place governed by walls, boundaries and separation. Your last line is so desperately needed here, and so full of hope. Beautiful, beautiful post.
ReplyDeleteanother perfect vignette of absolute truth. all of our illusions that are so necessary to our survival, our getting through, our self-preservation. we know there are no walls, and yet we keep building them all the same.
ReplyDeletei love this.