I stumbled on an invisible wall and fell to my knees.
I wail against it with hard fists. But the wall digs deeper into the ground with stony heels- with callous soles- and refuses to budge.
Here in the deep layers of me there is a mountain as course as concrete. My nerves are wrapped in cold resistance.
I can feel along the edges of it, but I cannot pull it down or break it apart. My hands are left covered in flakes of concrete and clay.
Some days I find the smallest crack, and I can peer down into the underbelly of myself- but the path descends down into the dark forever.
Still: I breathe, and I grow into the space.