NaPoWriMo Day 8 – The Queen

She is sovereignty

Walking the land

Owning it

Loving it

Guiding it, somehow

She sets the boundaries

She is the boundaries

Firm, kind as she needs to be

Unwavering, a favourite word

May I waver not

Though the firmer I set my boundaries

The more bitter the bullets that bounce right off

But after all

That’s what boundaries are for.

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