Many a time I am alone
By my self hemmed in 
On all sides with only
My thoughts sounding
Off of the walls
Echoing again and again.

Impenetrable is my cage
Am I seen
Am I heard
Am I perceived
No, the walls are solid
Impossibly thick.

My efforts are futile
Yet that is only what it seems
Your efforts are fruitful
My wall an open seam.

Your presence weighs in
And bears me down
To a welcome rest
And delightful present.