Over the wall of fear

I stand alone in a dark, gloomy place, besides a parapet,
I see nothing but smell the rotten leftovers of food
On the floor, I await there cursing and starving
Small insects bite me, hurting and piercing my skin so badly

Days pass and my tongue pleads to quench for water
Sweat trickles down my body, soaking my dress
I know that comfort lies over this parapet
I wonder about the ways
to get rid of this hell and visit heaven

I initiate the act of building a ladder,
collect tiny pieces of courage, determination,
and intelligence and bind them with positivity,
I build up to it with those I found
At last, I get to heaven, over the parapet of my fears