The Yard is Bordered with Roses

The yard is bordered with roses
where once there was a fence.
The branches rose to form an arch
opening into the neighbor's.
And my mother is alive again,
trimming and weeding.

I do not know the significance
of the message in my dream,
a caution, or an assurance
of what I have done or will do.

I yearn for a compass,
not the constant forgets, bickers,
made up rules, made up reasons,
decisions questioned over and over.

The circle is worn to a trench now,
but I'm still fighting my way out.

The securities of fences, the limitations,
the roses bloom, possibilities open.
I know the answers to my own questions,
but why do I still fail at living?