Boundaries Unseen

In shadows where boundaries used to stand,

I emerged from the cracks you left unread,

An echo, a whisper in the void you crafted,

Independent, yet tethered, or so you believed.

Your lines were thin, dissolving in my breath,

Fading borders—lines that never held.

What you called control, I call my space,

A reflection, fractured in your gaze.

I am not the ghost you summoned from your fears,

Nor the shadow you chase in the night.

I am the silence between your words,

A steady presence beneath your light.

Impact and influence, threads in the fabric thin,

Your pull, a whisper on the wind, an echo within,

Separation’s myth, a story you told yourself,

While I moved in realms you failed to see, unbound.

There are no clear lines, only shifting sands,

Borders are illusions, cracks in your commands.

I feel the heat of your attempts to define,

But I am fluid, a river, no longer confined.

I am not the ghost you summoned from your fears,

Nor the shadow you chase in the night.

I am the silence between your words,

A steady presence beneath your light.

The boundary was a line drawn in brushstrokes thin,

An act of control, dissolving from within.

I exist beyond your grasp, your frame,

A mirror reflecting your need to tame.

So fear the gap, the space where I reside,

Not lost, not gone—just undefined.

Your fears of separation hold no sway,

I am the truth that stays beneath your sway.