Beyond Borders

No-borders

No-borders (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s unconscious these barriers
We erect here between us
Like something chosen then forgotten
So we can’t see the lines we drew
So it seems within us essentially
As just the place we split apart
And the hidden road to harmony
Something that we never knew

Is there yet a path to find them
Beyond borders we create
To re-write our pointless rules
And find a perfect resting place?
If we could yet here remember
What our initial choices were
We may at last surrender
To a far more needed grace

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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10 Responses to Beyond Borders

  1. I think our lives are constructed within borders we impose on ourselves and often they are not what others see us to be. Good one Helen.

  2. I like the rhythm in this poem

  3. First we invented these borders; then we started fighting over them….

  4. Jade Reyner says:

    I too enjoyed the rhythm. It made me think of the internal barriers that we impose on ourselves as well as the barriers that we perceive others to have. Sometimes we are guilty of assuming what they may be, rather than actually trying to find out what they are. Excellent poem.

  5. Excellent, Helen!! I have to agree…the rhythm is perfect. Did you read it out loud?? It’s perfect.

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