Borderlines are boundaries not yet erased
Division’s line between this and that
Here and there
In and out
Your world and my world
Sky and sea
Natural and created
Living and dead —
Boundaries not yet erased.
And if we rise above the line
Or fall as some would say, below,
Does crossing over borderlines
Stepping through boundaries
Pulling down barricades
Leaping across barrenness
Rising into beauty
Clawing up to breathing-room —
Are those division’s endings?
Cross me, oh cross me, then and set us free
Scrub out the yours and mine and let it be ours
Make straight the paths that unite
Leave crooked the dividing march.
Cross me, for I am yours.

About suzanawylie

Suzana Wylie is the not-very-pseudo pseudonym of Susan Wylie Wilson, because let's face it, there are lots of Susan Wilsons around, and as an author, I want readers to find ME and not the bazillions of others. I've been writing all my life - since I learned to hold a pencil anyway - and can't NOT write. Other people have to breathe to live; I have to write.
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3 Responses to Borderlines

  1. agkbliss says:

    I’m in love with this. Clearly well written, and a very interesting thought to chew on.

  2. pepeshrimp says:

    Awesome! Thank you for sharing.
    I am far from having your skills (also english is not my native language,) but maybe you want to have a look at my blog too!

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