The Shape of Boundaries

The world is not soft forever.  

You, child, must learn its edges.  

Understand what a boundary feels like.  

It won’t always bend or break.  

Discipline is love folded in silence.  

It is a firm set of hands.  

Keeping you, teaching you balance.  

It hurts only to heal, not wound.  

Without it, you’ll grow wild, untethered.  

Cruel to yourself, despising all structure.  

Fumbling in a chaos you create.  

Disappearing under your own undoing.  

The weight of freedom wears heavy.  

For it belongs to those who’ve learned.  

Control isn’t cruel, it is a necessity.  

Love sometimes comes with loud edges.