Some poems I just don't know what to do with. This has been in my notebook for months. It goes on for pages with different themes related to walls. I page past it every day, and think it needs more organization, some shape, but I don't know quite what, so I page on by. Today I'm posting one version of it. Maybe in the future I will write another poem about walls that feels more complete and finished.

I love the last stanza, it was originally:

Over time I have
grown into and through my walls
safe from a war
that is long over.

It's the same words, but that line break in the posted version, is it me or my walls that are safe? Thanks for reading me!