Walls

Be gentle and the sand seems soft and fluid. Hit it and it becomes stone.

Some crumble under pressure while some harden.

Never seen love, never known kindness, what is he to do

Counting days in his cell, Trying to change what is written.

Upon victory, no motivation, upon failure he got a beating,

Not long after, the tears turn into anger.

He grew seeing violence, no love or joy,

One cannot speak the language never taught.

The first beating he cried, the second he built a wall,

Before it would break him, now not more than a dent.

He never learned to express, stone cold no emotion,

He was punished if he tried to, how dare those tears flow.

His potential measured from the marksheet, his personality from his look,

He would let it out under his bed, no one to judge.

With every beating the walls grew thicker,

nothing shall enter, nothing shall leave.

He expressed the way he saw, aggressive and violent.

They blamed him for it, taunts just made the fire spread.

He could have tried getting help, all would call him crazy.

How is he to walk down a blind path, without a guiding hand.

He did not know of good or wrong, all he knew was hunger,

He had to satisfy, whether it be wheat or blood.

Never seen his father hug her mother, never received respect,

All of it suppressed, but how long will it stay.

If only they didn't use fear, if only they put a hand on his weak shoulder,

If only they broke the walls, not silence but take in.

If only they accepted, not tried to brutally change,

If only they said, its okay to cry, okay to yell...

The walls once hardened don't come down,

The hearts once frozen with hate do not thaw.

I have written this poem in order to throw light upon abuse done to many children around the world which leads them to the wrong path. A child needs to express his/her feelings, if silenced, instead of being expressed they burst out and cause damaged. Only being hard is not right, showing softness is equally important. Only strictness is not good, there is need for compassion. I feel lucky that I can express my feelings openly to my parents, I feel lucky to be motivated and not pushed down. Not everyone is lucky, You might blame a person to be hateful, angry, Insensitive. Maybe they never learned how to express, maybe their voice was crushed under expectations and orders.