In fragile innocence
Finds first originate
The face of boundaries,
That which means feed
Limits inherently held,
Until we’ve broken thru
Our childhood impotence,
Thus to survive confines
Said then a wall oblique,
Till child be the man
He was destined so to find!
Poetry on a canapé 
The face of boundaries is such a strong and powerful statement that says so much about why we become what we do, giving power over to it. Very deep and right on poem.
Thank you Paulette. Most encouraging to read your reaction to this poem. I had been hesitant to air it, feeling I had said too little to complete the picture, while not wanting to, so as to allow others to complete it with their own personal imagery. Your words suggests that it said it all as is, and for this I thank you again, my dear friend. Jean-Jacques