I really wanted to
But,
There was a wall, a mile high, smooth with no handholds.
A fence, running long, draped with razor wire.
It was a mound of dirt, insurmountable.
A blade of grass, quaking in the wind.
It couldn’t be done. Not overcome, curbed, conquered, or defeated.
It was a snail trail. A crumb. A casting of light,
That kept me.
Unattainable. Hopeless. Not to be won. Mostly it was absurd to dream it.
I really wanted to
But,
I wouldn’t.
Effie Graves 