Walls to break (Prose)

I’ve walked streets that carried on for miles

passed bevelled corners, walls strong and sturdy

not bending or allowing entry, so I held my face

to the sky, searching for the spot where happiness blooms

until I sight a single rose reaching out, begging me to stop

and smell the beauty of her fragrant petals, to disregard

the clouds that drop with heavy gloom

the walls that stand strong and sturdy

happiness comes in many forms

from opening up ourselves, for letting go

we aren’t perfect, walls can be broken

others can see in us, what sometimes we cannot

Ramblings From A Mum