BOUNDARIES OF ADAPTATION

when you reach the edge of yourself

limits aren’t visible markers we can avoid

until we can trace the path across our hearts with our eyes closed

we repeat patterns and mutate to conform

reaching for nutrients that aren’t there

seeking wholeness in others

but finding empty holes to be filled instead

we insert chaos in our hearts

and forget how flexible we are

adaptation is our specialty

realizing too late, we’ve morphed into something monstrous

the familiar becomes alien

reflect and find your boundaries