She walks around the edges of the playground

More comfortable there than anywhere else

Glances at those in the center, connected, joyful

She looks up from her stare at the ground

Only to make sure she is still at the edge

Even as a young girl, her instinct is to remain at the edge

The journey around the edges continues as she grows

Finding her ground, her Self

Breaking through pains indescribable

Surviving enough to build life

Standing at the edge

The deep empty space seems to thrive at the edge

Seemingly unfillable

Loud and intrusive

A chasm between the her and the world

Disappears temporarily

Only to return reminding her to focus on the edge

Edges on the playground, in life, with people

Edges sharp and unforgiving

Edges heavy and burdened

Edges of detachment

Edges coated in humor

Providing some protection from pain? Feelings? Fear?

Regardless edges still have a purpose

Defining limits

Setting boundaries

Keeping others out

Containing space

She walked the edge of the playground

She walks the edges of life

Some mysterious holding on to edges

Keeps her from falling off