Boundaries that Bleed by Penni Livingston, The Lorax Lawyer

Photo by Alex Iby on Unsplash

Boundaries that bleed

hand out warnings to heed

The wind whispers: plant some seed

Yet all I hear is what the fuck do you need?

I don’t want your piddly seeds to sow

I don’t even like that particular row

I don’t want all these opportunities to grow

The path forward is just too hard and too slow

The response I hear is you poor thing-Tough shit!

Strikes me strange but seems to fit

Fates of too many taking a hard hit

The wall of shame, cannot good outwit?

Both sides of the proverbial line

Inspire investment in the sublime

No more wasted thought and time

Punished in ways of wrestled rhyme

The borders are seen to be quite thin

And most of the monsters are within

I don’t want to be bound to their sin

So the light of Love I must let in

Guarded minds with doors that bar

How shall we cast the doors ajar?

How can we love those we disdain afar

But with open hearted actions that achieve par