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The Fence


This poem is my contribution to the Daily Posts prompt for the day (Fence  )and a poem I’ve had on the tip of my tongue for weeks. Hope you enjoy.

The fence


The fence locked me into your arms

and I cried.

The fence around you and I

makes me live.









The fence was torn down

and I wept.

The fence around you and I






I had



Browned hands touch pale skin.

Leather gloves in the distant

rebuild a fence, post by post.

In an old farmhouse

two stand

face to face.

Free to love

but free they hate.

Trapped by hate

but trapped they love.


-Thank you for reading and  let me know your thoughts in the comments below.

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”




I am a young and enthusiastic writer, fresh out of highschool and into college at IUSB. I babysit and work and live life to it's fullest. I write. I read. I do yoga. And plan to become. Yoga intructers as well. I grew up on a farm and can't,t wait to move back to the country in my tiny house I have already planned out. Sometimes I'm a little melodramatic but rarely. I'm a spiritual healer, a hopeless romantic, a book worm, and very nostalgic. Thanks for stopping by.

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