Beyond Boundaries

“Don’t cross the line,” we are often told,

But who determines the bounds we‘re forced to fold?

Are boundaries mere enclosures to keep us tight,

Or are they pole stars that explicitly guide our flight?

Do we encase what heart wants to speak,

For fear that truth may sound, bold and bleak?

Do we hush our voices, to spare the pain,

Or spark those thoughts to break the chain?

Some lines would protect, some would divide,

And some lines are drawn to defend our pride.

Yet breaking boundaries, blithe and bright,

Uncovers unjustness hidden from the sight.

Does breaking divides, bring justice fair,

Or give the heedless room to tear?

Did it free the world to rise and stand tall,

Or leave it in shackles, to stumble and fall?

But for every boundary for every confine,

A way will emerge to rise and shine.

Not all should break, nor all should remain,

For wisdom in this world would always retain.

Reverie