It was erected so rapidly.
I never even saw it coming.
I felt it though.
It was so subtle I didn’t recognise it at first.
Like an effortless recoil from the oncoming train.

I ... (We) ... lived with it for years to come.
It's ever present strength bearing down over us.
How couldn’t we see the power we gave it.
We tended it so many times that the act became part of the game itself.
Were it a garden it would have been beautiful.
But it wasn’t.
It isn’t.

Though now something has changed.
Where before there was solidity, now there is some light.
Given, it’s not blinding. But still they are changes.
Obvious on my side.
I am sure many a passerby hasn’t even noticed.
But to me, they seem significant.
I wish I could see your side.
It seems so far away despite being so close.

It scares me though.
Things have existed so well with this division.
This barrier.
Has it kept us safe from what is hiding on the other side?
Or on mine?

I think we are lucky, others have helped give it strength.
But how well do they know bricks and mortar?
Have their efforts been deliberate.
Have they actually occurred.

I am torn.

How can we ever understand
something that gives strength
to what might otherwise be fragile.