Boundaries

BoundariesThere is no bubble around my being.No line of demarcation that separates my soulFrom that of another.Permeable, I receive all—The angst and the joy.A shield of protection, armor against bad intendersMay preserve my physical formAnd seal off the openings.Once closedConsequences prevail.Bound to othersWe share and mingle; soar above, dive below,Create echolocation, a bird’s radar to […]
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Published on December 26, 2024 16:15
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Abbe Rolnick
Quick morning writes that begin before the sun rises and while my partner sleeps.
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