Boundaries of the Heart

Is your support network really a barbed wire fence?

Is our support a barbed wire fence, 
 or a net to catch our fall? 

Does it cradle dreams with gentle hands, 
 or build an unseen wall? 

Let's turn the spikes to silken threads, 
 and weave a tapestry, 

Of strength, of hope, of boundless love,
 where our hearts can all run free.

In the quiet of the evening, 
 with shadows softly spread, 

A father’s voice is whispering, 
 like echoes in your head. 

He speaks of tender fences, 
 of barbed wire and its sting, 

Of love that should be freeing, 
 not a tethered, broken wing.

A network made of kindred souls, 
 should lift, not weigh you down, 

But sometimes it can tighten, 
 like a thorned and twisted crown. 

Reflect upon the faces 
 that surround you in your quest, 

Do they guide you to the summit, 
 or confine you to their nest?

Boundaries are the secret, 
 to a love that's truly pure, 

They guard your soul’s horizon, 
 while your spirit they secure. 

Accountability must reign, 
 in a network that's sincere, 

For truth, though sometimes bitter, 
 is the light we hold most dear.

Mistakes, like autumn leaves must fall, 
 but let them be our guide, 

To learn, to grow, to rise again, 
 with every changing tide. 

Forgive yourself, embrace the flaws,
 they’re maps upon your skin, 

For every scar that marks your heart,
 is where your strength begins.

In the letter’s gentle closing,
 with love that softly glows, 

A father’s hope, a wish profound,
 like a river flows. 

To teach you how to balance,
 to support and to let go, 

For true love is a dance of light,
 where both hearts learn to grow.

In the stillness of this moment,
 with the stars in velvet night,

Know my love is ever with you
 in the moon’s eternal light.

With every breath, a blessing,
 with every word, a prayer,

I love you now and always,
 in the heavens and the air.

So goodnight, my precious children,
 as you close your eyes to sleep,

May your dreams be ever fearless,
 and your hearts their promise keep.

For in this gentle twilight,
 with love so pure and bright,

I hold you in my heart’s embrace,
 and whisper you goodnight.

the words just kept coming and while writing it felt like a story or a poem I would tell the kiddos when I would tuck them in

so, yeah, that’s what it is now