Broaching Boundaries

Making Mistakes

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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…

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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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Anne Chisom

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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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