Broaching Boundaries

I broke through a boundary
I shouldn’t have broached.
Intensity can be misunderstood.
Worse, it can open old wounds and scars
And ruin a budding friendship.

When I broke down my
Self-imposed wall built to keep people out,
I didn’t realize I had forgotten
To follow social cues
And avoid misunderstandings.

And I often forget I’m getting older.
Apparently this should shift
A person’s behavior
Leaving spontaneity behind.

I don’t know how to make that change,
So I’ll still like myself
Even when inappropriate.
I hope I can avoid ending up
Friendless and alone.

Speaking one’s mind
Has always been a well-earned
Privilege on the way
Toward getting old,
Or so I’ve been told.

My point in composing
These thoughts over several days
Is that I don’t know exactly
What I said wrong last week,

And I miss the friendship I felt we had.

Thanks for reading. Some days the words stumble along because I can’t seem to find their or my rhythm..The intention is good, even when the execution ends up sounding like an off tune melody.

I hope you’ll take a chance on reading more examples of my poems and stories that you can find the link to here.

Writing on whatever strikes my mood, from politics to humor (or a combination of the two), to spirituality, or whatever else shows up. Retired, not in retreat.

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