Boundaries, Not Walls

I have been congratulated on
Being open to the ways of the world,
To letting the walls down and relaxing
At midnight on fluffy couches left over
From the 1980s. These days I feel a
Tension, a restructuring to mimic
Safety. Privacy is a method of control, and
I relish in the city-sound silence of
Earth-toned apartment buildings in the
Middle of so many anonymous people.
What is life if not our connections to
Others? What is life if not the slow chipping
Away and rebuilding of internal structures to
Adjust and adapt to the pain of love and
Disappointment? I’m reminded that the
As the years pass, the less I can see
Myself through the walls and that it must be
My duty to deliberately dismantle and replace
Them with boundaries to be appropriately
Crossed over, when the time is right,
Instead.

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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