I lean on the wall.
I'm jealous of how steady it feels.
While I'm stumbling through the dark.

I lean on the wall.
Feeling the smooth surface beneath my hand.
While I'm trying to stop my body from shaking.

I lean on the wall.
Feeling it pressed against my back.
Letting myself fall into it with all my trust.

I lean on the wall.
I'm jealous of how steady it is.
I want to be still and strong like the wall.

02/23/2021
© Sam T. Parker