Tearing Down the Bunker

You know, I’m going to create a tag to separate the persona poems and regular poems. I’m just going to need to find something to title that series.

Not part of the persona ones.

Tearing Down the Bunker

My lips crack into a smile/my body pulsing with joy/crackling from head to toe/as I finally break through.

I push through the stone/tentative at first/kicking aside the strangling debris/from the crumbling wall.

It’s electric, the blood pounding/and thumping through my veins/propelling me forward/to freedom and beyond.

I’m tired, fuck you, I quit/I don’t want to deal with this shit/good bye, so long, sayonara/with my foot the door I’m never looking back.

I slam headfirst into an outcrop/the edge of the wall which did not crack/dusting myself off, I bash into it again/and again and again.

It does not fall. My face is bloodied and pale./ I stand before it, my battered body aching./ Succumbing,  I fall  to my knees/ to curl up and cry.

Defeat washes over me/released from my damaged frame/I stare at the almost broken wall/and might one day try again.