i’ve learned
that when left enough alone,
people learn to love walls—
so much so
that they even build their own
not out of a sense of
nor obligation, but it becomes
a reflex, outside
of their own volition,
even if they know
the safety’s an illusion.

for what is safe,
when walls are just fortified lines,
like glorified words
in the landscape of a poem—
no, they don’t make anything go away,
what’s outside is still there,
they just… stand there.

such are walls.

and who’s to say
there’s no one capable
of scaling your wall, or perhaps
of even making it fall…

and who’s to say
you’re on the right side at all?

— A. P.


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