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BOUNDARIES
I walked away from heavy ties,
from constant chaos, constant cries.
From people sinking in their pain,
who never tried to rise again.
They loved the drama, loved the fight,
kept choosing shadows over light.
And every time I reached my hand,
they pulled me down to where they stand.
I gave them peace, I gave them calm,
offered my voice like healing balm.
But some don’t want the peace you send—
they only want the same dead end.
I love them all, I truly do,
I made so many excuses for all of you.
I can’t pull you up if you choose to stay down —
because both of us will surely drown.
I carried weight that wasn’t mine,
felt all their storms invade my mind.
Until I learned to step aside,
and guard my light I used to provide .
So I chose distance,
chose quiet moments filled with peace.
Not out of anger, but because
I needed the release.
My boundaries aren’t walls of stone—
they’re ways for me to come back home.
I didn’t leave from spite or fear.
I left to keep my spirit clear.
By Rosalind P. Steed
Reflective Questions??
What is one boundary your soul has been asking for, but you’ve been afraid to honor?
Where have you been giving peace to people who only return chaos?
What part of you feels lighter when you imagine stepping back?
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