I continue to speak to a brick wall
the measurements on the door have faded now
contorted themselves into silly childhood drawings
and i am stuck at the moment i thought hope should be held and caressed
i never reached the state of believing that hope was fleeting
the colours have faded now
but i am still within those silly drawings
it is all i know
and i keep looking for spaces and realms in which there could be something different
i keep hoping
it is a dangerous flaw.

© Judith Mallya