The Rambling Wall

Imagine a girl

Hell bound in a world of mishap

Lost in translation

Her story etched onto stone walls in a cell she called home

Incoherent scribbles

No words could comprehend

The desire to break free

So she sits

Unsatisfied with the colossal chaos her mind had scratched

But stepping back she could see something odd

What looked like a map carved out from her stories

So she set out

Following every twist and turn

Those scrambled scribbles spelled

‘Til finally reaching something small

A dusty match

Flames sparked in her eyes

As the match struck stone

Finally, more than the scarred stone was seen

A path began to emerge from the withering darkness

The limp body surfaced as each crippled step surpassed the other

Her lungs welcomed the redeeming air

As the sun disciplined her shadow

Looking back in new light

The Rambling Wall

Was perfectly conveyed after all

~RJ