Overexposed Poem by J M

These walls crashed down around me.
The picture in front of me overexposed.
Stressed by the mess.
I expect nothing less.
Oh no! I think I'm in trouble.
Half way through the rubble
my shovel just broke.
Leave the rest where it lies.
Rebuild these walls twice as tall and double wide.
No windows. No light.
No overexposed photographs.
To twist in my mind.
But then I'm alone.
With no room to grow.
The darkness gets old.
The dark is so cold.
Maybe I should put a window in.
But then again,
Why rebuild these walls at all?
That's a lot of work.
A lot of energy wasted.
Just to harbor the hurt.
It's better to face it.
Let me break so I can heal.
So I can embrace the things I feel.
Then and only then,
can I differentiate what is and isn't real.