Stained

as you are pushed against the wall
you wish you were a brick
but the wall desires no part of you
other than fear
Fear inspires the wall
to grow
beyond everything you see
and more
much more
is lost
you can spend your entire life carving your name on it
or force your mind
to freely run
as if the wall
had an illuminated window
stained with your thought
of no wall at all
but why
why does it always hurt
to open