I often wonder if one day the walls between me and the world-- the walls between us all, the walls we have built-- will come down. Maybe it is more like a maze, a labyrinth even, as every time we round the corner or think we've found a seam to chip away at, there are only more walls. Who are the real architects? They say we will build what inspires us, but I only see blocks of cold mysteries hiding what could be.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I think it has a lot of different symbolic meanings– beyond the obvious comparison of walls between people/ideas, it also has a lot of significance to me regarding mental health. Every time you think you’re out of the woods and have untangled your internal messes, a new struggle will pop up. It’s taken me a while to realize that’s normal (and okay)! Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Brooke
adventures of a typical high school student 