
Fence Mending
When we have broken boundaries,
Mixed messages are too easy to send.
When we invade each other's space
Our comfort levels get all up-ended.
With broken boundaries I invade your turf.
It's then and there that I learn that I offend.
And when you cross over into mine,
It takes courage for me to recommend
"You stop right there. You are out of bounds," I say.
We cannot pretend it is all OK.
It is important for us both to know
Where you and I begin and end.
I begin and end with my own "stuff."
When this is clear, I truly comprehend
That my internal space belongs to me
And yours belongs to you, my friend.
Therefore, for offending we must make amends.
Our task is to repair those boundaries without delay.
Or hurt feelings, held grudges will not go away.
Copyright - Carol Gee
(8/6/08)
Cross-posted at Southwest Blogger
My topical post today at South by Southwest and The Reaction is about politics.
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