BORDERLINE
I am a plural comet,
A firework
That never dies.
I sway at the edge of doubt.
They want me stable, they want me cold
In frames with right angles.
But my thoughts don’t fit
In the boxes they draw for me.
Border-borderline but alive.
Every flaw in me is burning.
I’m too much or not enough,
But whole even when fractured.
Borderline is my frontier
Between chaos and light,
I don’t fit in, I overflow.
And that’s where I become strong.
I made peace without bending,
Fragments of soul to rebuild.
I am the echo they silenced;
Who today becomes the subject.
I stand balanced on a wire;
Not a fall, but a fragile dance.
Norms brush me, judge me, lie to me
But I answer: I am fluid.
He wants angles, I am curves.
He wants a storm, I bring calm.
But in my trembling,
I hold, I trace, I truly live.
Borderline, not a flaw;
But a flag.
I am the fault line and the ground
where fire is born, where silence is born.
Borderline yes and yet,
I dance at the edge of the cliff.
I sway.
But I never fall….
Border-borderline but alive.
Every flaw in me is burning.
I’m too much or not enough,
But whole even when fractured.
Borderline is my frontierBetween chaos and light,
I don’t fit in, I overflow.
And that’s where I become strong.
I made peace without bending,
Fragments of soul to rebuild.
I am the echo they silenced;
Who today becomes the subject.
I stand balanced on a wire; I stand on a subject, I stand balanced on a wire, I stand
on a subject, I stand balanced on a wire
And who today becomes the subject.
Borderline, not a flaw;
But a flag.
I am the fault line and the ground
where fire is born, where silence is born.
Borderline yes and yet,
I dance at the edge of the cliff.
I sway.
But I never fall….
I stand balanced on a wire;
Not a fall, but a fragile dance, a fragile dance.
Norms brush me, judge me.
Norms brush me, judge me, lie to me
But I answer: I am fluid.
He wants angles, I am curves.
He wants a storm, I bring calm.
But in my trembling,
I hold, I trace, I truly live.
Borderline, not a flaw;
But a flag.
I am the fault line and the ground
where fire is born, where silence is born.
Borderline yes and yet,
I dance at the edge of the cliff.
I sway.
But I never fall….