there is a placebeyond the border
where love grows
and where peace
is not the frozen silence . . .
to get to that place you have to go or be pushed outbeyond the borders,
to where it is lonely, fearful,
only after you have wandered
for a long time in the dark
do you begin to bump into others
also branded, exiled,
and find you walk on
it is not an easy place to be,
this place beyond the borders.
but it is a good place to be.