POEM: Like the Inner Wall of a House by Yehuda Amichai

I read a poem: Like the Inner Wall of a House by Yehuda Amichai
The first stanza caught me:

"I found myself
Suddenly, and too early in life,
Like the inner wall of a house
Which has become an outside wall after wars and devastations.
I almost forget
How it is to be inside. No pain anymore,
No love. Near and far
Are both at the same distance from me
And equal."

That’s a very striking image that I can relate to. I think anyone who has been hurt badly as a child feels damaged, exposed, and numb. Very numb. And with so little remaining of what used to be.

This is so backwards from how I used to picture this. Before this poem, my own images personal images were different. One involved a pretty room with the window and door bricked over with heavy stone. Another image included a house with burned out, empty rooms but a normal, average-looking exterior. But, an exposed inner wall of a house? This is a new perspective. Yes, I definitely could explore this poem more!