Tale Weaver #213 – Wall – March 7th – The Wall I Can See Through


The Wall I Can See Through

I stand on one side

Peering through a wall

Beyond which a party is happening.

It’s a wall I can’t climb over,

Walk around nor crawl under.

I see you having a good time

You interact with others

You are out on the dance floor

While I struggle to find a way.

Even if I could get to the other side

I’m lost as to what I might do.

I stare feeling worse by the minute

As around me, the party goes no.

It’s normal for me to stand alone

I don’t have the skills to communicate as you do.

It’s easier to sit alone and pretend to be interested

As approaches to strike up conversation

End in excuses being made

Interruptions welcomed.

I resign myself to feeling inadequate

My segregation saving me embarrassment.

I stand on my side of the wall

Looking through, not knowing

What I might do,

If I find the other side.


Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/03/07/tale-weaver-213-wall-march-7th/

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9 Responses to Tale Weaver #213 – Wall – March 7th – The Wall I Can See Through

  1. Sadje says:

    How often we feel inadequate and unable to join in when others are interacting. Great post

  2. Jules says:

    It is more than just not being able to dance. Confidence or lack of can be very debilitating. As Sadje said most of us can relate to your post.

  3. Wonderful post. Could have been written with me in mind. I was a true wall flower, hugging it for all I was worth, trying to stay out of the crosshairs of hateful people.

  4. floatinggold says:

    Sometimes walls are built to keep us where we need to be.

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