A Question of Who

I stand strong and bold before you, The face behind the wall is the face of a fool, A person that stand's tall, a statue of light and strength, But the shadow that falls, is a person in mercy and on weeping knee of ungrace. My hand out strecthed and firm for your grip of help, A hand that will always support and carry you on, A hand that can be your salvation, but that ache that peirces my body, is not of sight that can be out right. That facture beneath is a crack that is always interally falling. A misunderstanding that can not be valued by all, A help and fault that both cuts deep, An enigma of this spliced life. This person I am, is a great dreamer but the same time the worse doubter. A conflicting concious of a divided mind.