If I put up a wall like you said, know I did not forget to paint it, the grout is salted with skin, blood made the mortar match the bricks. There is body buried in this earth, this is as much shrine as it is construction, know I had to scale it to raise the mountain, know it was designed to be scaled again. Know over is not the only strategy. Fire at will. Fire away. Batter and crumble until all that’s left is the reason behind it. Know the reason will build it again.
1art by Pragna Gaddamedi (@prgs.jpeg)
Poetry Tip of the Day!
I’m always hearing about boundaries. In therapy, they tell you that keeping boundaries is healthy, and the people we love will respect those boundaries. They will remind that it’s not wrong to have boundaries. In practice though, it’s far more complex than just “setting a boundary.” Sometimes boundaries intersect. Sometimes boundaries come across as the lack of love instead of presence of it. There’s a lot of compromise and management of expectations to be done. The hardest part is remembering the boundary you set in the first place. After all of the reworking, it’s easy to lose sight of where you started. Where you felt the most comfortable. This is a reminder to hold true to your boundary. Walls don’t have to keep people out. They should be a way to let the right people in.
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