The Wall (Repost)

I am a wall Not the brick kind The wall that separates Babies from adults Dogs from children Dens from kitchens Hate from love An inner wall Neat, my plaster Smooth my paint Hollow my insides Held together by nails And sometimes pictures Pictures that show families The good times, I suppose I represent you Run your hands Down my appearance You’ll find flaws Like bumps or dips All from life’s little oops Yet fixable Everything is fixable right? I hear it all The laughter, the parties The pain of loss, the screaming The crying, the dying, the wailing I’m there, to lean on, to grieve on Strong and dependable Until Bodies are slammed against me Fists are put through me Gunshot projectiles permeate my outer shell Objects explode on me, liquor bottles, and beer bottles People, who don’t care, write profanity on me Beat holes in me and expose my insides, set me on fire Leaving me open, vulnerable, charred for life Eventually, I am no longer a wall But a fly that used to visit