Old things had to make way for the new
Pulling back on the lever, the wrecking ball swung and smashed into the wall
Everywhere the ball hit, destruction reigned
Reducing the old structure into historic rubble
And she knew she was good at what she was doing
The crane danced to her choreography, each pirouette punctuated by the boom of connection
Enabling her to place the final period to that building’s story
Looking for that little bit more
I push the pace past what was comfortable into the red zone
Making me breathe harder, faster
It rips a growl from my soul as hit that wall
Then I break through that ceiling. On to that next level.
Claustrophobic tall walls keep closing in the farther he fled
As he rounded a corner, he came to a sheer cliff face announcing it was the end of the road
Now all he could do was turn around and confront his greatest fear
Years had passed since the last time he had faced the gunslinger
On that occasion. he had escaped with only losing his dignity
Now it was time to pay for all those years of running… A single shot echoed.
Putting the focused energy of emotion into the “thing”
And feeling like even if it doesn’t work, well you are still one step closer
Such that you recognize that the wall exists
So you can dig under it, climb over it, blow it up, make a tunnel through
If you don’t have that focus, that wall hurts to run into
Once, twice you will run into it and then wander off because it is too much
Never finding out what is on the other side
Want to hit it so damn badly
And then punch my way through, removing it from my existence
Leaving only dust to witness where the impediment once stood
Letting me race ahead till I find the next…
Surging emotions hit her mental sea wall
Overflowing into her life
Outside she looks like a wet mess
That is just temporary
Her storms will pass and the emotional sea will calm
Eventually, she will dry off and be herself once more
How many times can you hit that ball off the wall?
You getting annoyed by it?
Please, for goodness sake, yes!
Even if I change the rhythm?
Reaching out and grabbing the ball. “Enough!”
“Break the fourth wall in your life,” Sam said. “Go out and talk to those that are watching you. Engage them. Learn something more about your life and world.”
“That sound like great advice,” Bert said.
Bert turns to you. “So what about it, reader? What can you tell me?”