Boundaries

I used to read about boundaries, as if they were a fairytale..

Imagine if Rapunzel had kept her hair to herself

And climbed the walls of her own power

Instead of letting those who feared it climb her

She might have the power to stand for herself.

She might thing she won’t need anyone else in her life.

But I grew up on the idea that saving yourself was being an open window

I did not understand that the tower

was truly just me

I didn’t have to allow everyone access to me

If I did, maybe..

I won’t have some of the scars that I have now.

He told me: Boundaries is important.

And now I get it.

I should have open my window and climb for myself

Instead of waiting for someone to catch me

Boundaries does teach me something.