Jessica Kristie

Memory Walls

Breaking Through Walls by Jessica Kristie

There is a game the world plays.
It keeps me up at night and alters my breath.
The walls playback memories,
that rush my head with misted concrete.
A place I befriended long ago.

My heart would once vibrate ground, to the echo of your voice.
My skin would pulse, each time you brushed by.

Those were days when your touch meant something,
and your words did not.
Days when my ignorance played a greater role,
than doing the right thing.

I was different then,
but so much the same.
I wish for a day that when I revert to darkness,
it doesn’t spell out your name.

Then I will know,
I have finally grown.



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Inion N. Mathair on November 3, 2012 2:46 am Reply

Jessica, I loved this poem! I found I kept reading it over and over.Breaking it down.Then reflecting on the words. The more I thought about it, the more it revealed itself to me.

Jessica on November 3, 2012 10:20 am Reply

Thank you so much Inion! I am glad you enjoyed it and appreciate you stopping by. :)