There is a limit to all things—
to goodness, to cruelty, to beauty and decay.
A limit to what we hear,
what we see,
what we allow our tongues and hearts to carry.
We all have thresholds,
quiet lines drawn by the soul.
No one has the right
to bruise us with words,
to dress harm as advice,
or raise their voice as power.
Even sweetness, they say,
can turn bitter in excess.
So do not bow
just because you choose civility.
Strength can be gentle.
Leaving can be brave.
Walk away.
Let go.
~ Dawn
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