The Wall

Last year I denied

even when you showed signs.

Didn’t really care

what you were doing

So I pushed it away

like a slap to the face.

And we went quiet

after I went away

But you stayed.

I left you alone 

in my storm.

You might have waited

Or made your way through,

Either way it passed

And I returned

to clear skies and sunlight.

There you were,

at the edge of my meadow

picking my flowers

and building a wall.

I understood then

that it was no longer mine

because you fought

while I fled. 

Now I show signs,

even when you deny,

I’m caught in your storm

Trying to pass through.