Courage, Gratitude, Healing, Home, Journeys, Regret


There’s the line.
Right there, just in front
of my toes, but
I don’t see it
have to trip first
and fall, sickening drop
in my stomach as I lurch
out of control and
roll on the grass
stopping to look back
and see the line,
behind me now.
It kept me safe and
I was happy there
without knowing
that the line
made that happiness
possible. And so
I go back, to security
and freedom
that can only exist
with boundaries.
Lines exist for good reasons.
No need to bloody
my knees again
to find it, this time.


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