Mark with an X

I know my boundaries exclude you –
You who would storm the barricade –
Offer you and your cohorts no way through.

I close my ear to your serenade
You will not weaken the wall with choice words,
Flatterings or hand grenades.

Rise up with the morning birds,
Rise on the thermal drafts beyond the height
The wall is lower than you heard.

My boundary inspired your flight.
Because I left you out, you rose;
Now scream to the world your despite.

Standing outside, you froze,
Feeling the pain of the unloved.
In response, you sought how far it goes,

This flimsy boundary I put in your way.
You put your weight against it and heaved
And found it gave you play.
Being outside is not to be grieved.