Between walls

Between walls

Those walls of my refuge
Old, stolid , flaking cement
With every bomb dropped
Bearing the bullet ridden stories
Of our lives torn apart

Those walls that still held up a roof
A false sense of security
A hope of a home
Those walls ,left behind

And these walls , so tall , forbidding
Topped with barbed wire
New, a bulwark of fear , hate
Raised, to keep us out

And between these walls
My life breathes in ragged gasps
A past torn asunder
A future in limbo

My bewildered tale
Travels dazed mazes
Between these walls

--shubha

P.S. A few lines that came to me in response to a prompt, "walls" on an online poetry group, The Woman Inc speaking to the refugee experience.