November 18, 2016, Prescott-
Unbridled, misdirected energy
needed my ropes and corral posts.
The skittish ones accepted it all,
even hugging me for having set boundaries.
The self-loathing one,
who has bought into the garbage
spewed forth by her haters,
kept a quiet discipline,
craving my approval,
even as she denied her own.
The over-indulged one,
can’t quite conceive
of the need for boundaries.
Sound familiar?
All in all,
the day made me feel
a golden presence,
at workday’s end.