Honoring My Boundaries
There was a crossed line long ago
that showed me all I need to know .
Upon my journey boldly drawn
when boundaries were almost gone,
and midnight's inky crochet shawl
ripped my esteem on thinning pall,
with confidence of might have been
the far off light that I had seen.
When lines trespass my space, to raid,
I'll guard borders which were mislaid
to stop pleasing each friend or kin;
as false care harms real love within .
Though kindness can be quite sublime
in the name of my own graced time,
the warm embrace of honesty
will always drift back tenderly.
Lewis Raynes' Your Best Honest Poem
Resubmitted 9/19/2016
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2016
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