Why was I afraid to cross the line?
Like a cat grabbed by the neck,
maybe an instinct kicked in,
saving the kid I knew awhile ago
lying dormant in sweet dreams.
But now, all I see is merely a line I drew.
And as I learned to draw more lines,
better, with thoughts instilled in them,
I felt it easier to breath,
freer to roam about,
and more familiar of what used to be mine.
10.11.2025
Ralph with Coffee 