and maybe there is writing on the wall;
writing that once seen can't be unseen, forgotten, or ignored.
and maybe there's a sudden saturation of dread and hesitation upon your brow;
you know that staying in place will simply slow you down.
and maybe you're simply using someone else to stand upon;
someone to prop yourself up as you scale this stupid metaphorical wall;
and while you know that you're almost over it,
upon scaling this wall you're going to leave the other person behind.
and maybe you'll be forever grateful,
but deep down you know they'll simply be a footnote in the story of your life.
and maybe it's not fair,
but the writing can't be unseen and the wall is almost scaled.
and maybe they'll find someone to scale the wall with on their own;
you just know the longer you stand on them,
the longer they're going to hurt.