Boundaries

I am not close to fine

I’m more than a football field away

Staring at a boundary

I’ve been unable to cross.

Its just a line in the sand.

So why do my footsteps

flinch cringe always backward?

All my potential futures,

a kaleidoscope spectrum of wants,

just beyond my reach.

 

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