Back Against the Wall

Taunt me one more time, I take another step back. You are the saw and I am the wood, cutting me in two. Spitting me in half. Forcing my retreat, now my back's against the wall. Where do we go from here? Should I resent what I've become? I shaped this clay myself. Is it ready for the kiln? I'll just mash it back together and start again. All my life in fast forward, waiting for someone to press rewind. So I can see it all backwards. Wishing for the magnet to erase it all. Like a waking limb, first the numbness, then the pain. Trying to walk, but all I can manage is a hobble. Where is my crutch? Shoved against the wall again, never hard enough to break through. I hear the whispers through the cracks. But who's on the other side? Is it the one shoving me I hate, or is it the wall itself? Someday it'll break and reveal the nightmare or the heaven it hides.