Stories

A Girl Walked Into a Wall

A girl walked into a wall.
Wall was stoic, removed, rested, 
At ease appearing in front of this girl.
“Hello wall, how do you do,
If you please, might you move so that I may pass through?”
This resting wall would not answer the girl.
She kicked as she screamed, “Wall out of my way!”
But this wall heard only, ‘Stay! Stay! Stay!’
In fact, that wall did nothing the lovely girl asked,
And at the end of the first day, finally, she collapsed.
She sat, slumped all night against that most stubborn of  walls.
She cried aloud, “Where did wall get the gall?”
And then, somewhere amidst the dawning of day, in her thoughts arrived a sweet plan.
“Wall, if you won’t listen to me, if you won’t obey!
I’ll knock you down by the end of this day!”
And this tiniest of girls began with all of her might to Pound! Pound! Pound!
Her fists became bloodied, and her tears stung them so,
But for the rest of that day her fight never slowed.
And though she was tired,
And though she was hurt,
The wall would never be the wiser.
The pain it inflicted; the girl would not grant permission to show.
For even out of it, this girl, make not the mistake
was in complete control.
And as night fell over the girl and the wall, she gave one more run.
Gave her body, her anger, and her tears to a fall.
And as she lay once more, crumpled at the foot of that wall, 
She decided she had no idea after all.
But then, just as before in the dawn of the new day,
A lovely piece of information floated her way.
It floated down and around and sat on her ear,
Whispered to this sweetest of girls,
“Wall has never seen a lovelier girl around here.”
And in the pink of the sunrise on that third day, 
The girl shed her loveliest clothes, 
Leaving on the littlest, revealing the most.
She softly swayed to the sound of herself, 
And began a slow dance, 
that moved to the wall, who did not break his stance.
She rolled around her head, rolled her hips, as she moaned.
Wall stood unflinching, 
A king on his throne.
Finally, she gave one last dance, 
Gave her all, 
Threw herself and her sexy all over that wall.
Witness, she believed, to an eventual fall.
But if wall had fallen, she had fallen deeper than wall, 
Because now wall stood just as tall as before.
“How could you not have been moved,” she implored.
As she slumped to her bum on the night of that day, 
She wondered if wall had its own truth, its own way.
This wall was impossible to move or remove, 
And yet she still could not grasp why wall would want to stay.
And in front of the wall the lovely girl began to cry.
One tear at a time until her eyes ran dry. 
And as her eyes dried, and dawn, yet again, set in, 
This littlest little girl pulled up on her feet with a grin.
This grin was not a grin of gracious defeat,
But a full watt smile, 
Full of conceit.
She stood, feet planted, facing the wall, 
And with the uppest of upstretched arms, 
Started to crawl.
Her crawl led her body up, 
To the top of that wall.
That cold, non-moving, unflinching wall.
And as she reached the top, about to leap over, 
She turned, whispering back over her perfectly poised shoulder:
“Wall, I don’t need you to move, be moved or fall,
I go right up and over you, move forward and never think of you again, 
ever,
at all.”