The Wall

I wrote this a month or so ago, and didn't realize I never finished and posted it. I blame it on my wedding brain, which apparently is a real thing.

 
Across the field before me stands a wall, composed of rows of stones, a dozen stones high. I sense this is the way I need to go - but how will I do it? It's so much taller than I am.

Beside the wall he stands. His eyes are on me. "Come on! Let's get beyond the wall!"

I hesitate. I am not sure how I can.

"Come on!"he calls, his hand motioning. He doesn't understand how small I am.

I step forward, slowly.

He is sitting on top of the wall. Another familiar voice calls out to me, "Come. Come beyond." In response, he swings his legs to the other side and looks back at me.

I eye the wall, raise my brows, and step cautiously towards the wall. Step by step I slide closer until I stand two steps away. I look up.

The wall towers above me. I look up and up and up until my head cannot go back any farther. The wall is so tall it seems to curve back over me. It is impossible to climb it. The first layer of stone is three times as tall as I am at least.

"Climb it," he says.

Climb it? I can't even see him. All I see is this huge wall before me, above me, around me. I am surrounded by these giant walls.

"Come, dear." Suddenly he has slipped beside me. I shake my head, and the wall swallowing me has taken shape again before me-still taller than I can see.

He reaches for my hand and pulls me one step closer. "You must cross the wall."

Tears fill my eyes and streak my face. "I know," I murmur. "But..." I lift blurry gaze to towering wall. "I don't know how."

"Just do it," he says, pulling my hand. "Come."

I know I can't. The wall is too high. The first stone on the wall is too high. It's too smooth. There's not even a place to put my foot.

"Step up, dear. Come."

I look into his face and step forward. The stone is hard, cold, impossible.

But I obey, I put my foot towards it, only to show him it cannot be done. And it stays. My eyes widen, and I excitedly take another step and grab onto the stone with my hands.

Maybe I can do this after all.

 I look up. I can see nothing but rock stretching above me. No. There's no way I can do it that far.

Then, at the top, I see legs dangling and a smile. "Come on, dear. You got this."

Maybe, just maybe, I can.