The territory is familiar
I don’t know where the borders are
the boundaries to contain my behaviour
For the first time
I want to be a better person
reluctant to repeat old mistakes
Yet logic and emotions collide
and I want to rebel
at being constrained
Wrestle free of the boundaries,
the fences penning me in
It feels impossible to stay silent
to retain my peace
At some point I gave my power away
and I am at a loss as to how to get it back
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