Limits

Sometimes the walls are far on the horizon
and I run and dance and work late into the night;
sometimes the walls pull in
and I cannot do what I did before: slow, pained movements;
sometimes the walls pull in further, deep beneath my skin
and I lie paralyzed from sunup to sundown:
help me honor and love these limits, no matter where they are
for loathing of any kind will never help me heal

© Meisaan Chan

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