beyond the shattered steps there is a wall <br />made of glass and perfectly clear <br />one can see everything, i can see everything <br />yet, i climb, i still climb that glass wall <br />just to see what's on the other side <br /> <br />my hands slip and my grasp fails me <br />i fell to the ground countless times <br />i cracked the wall out of anger <br />and it got slicker to make me pay for it <br />but i found a way to get over that wall <br /> <br />the things i saw on the other side were the same <br />the touch didn't even satisfy me <br />i looked in disappointment <br />my hands ached and i fell to the ground <br />watching the glass wall melt behind me <br /> <br />in the puddle were my efforts <br />efforts wasted to find something <br />i had already found <br />there was no need to climb <br />for i already knew what was on the other side<br /><br />Ashleigh R. Gardner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-other-side-35/
