Wall

Actually, I don't know how to describe it
That I tried?
Closing me under a cloche will cause me to wither
You want me to flourish and pulsate with life,
and not to abate life?

I am a woman, powered by action.
One that wastes away and dies when
she is not a part of some huge plan or a project.
I draw energy from each deed, thanks to that I exist.
That's my nature. I cannot lie to it, because even though I may try
to silence its call, I will become embittered and sad, walking emptiness.
I still have hungry eyes, glumly squinted
for quite some time now- shine with hope.

And then I fight with the wall and....
Maybe love will be enough???