Line

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

Line

Come on, my friend, don’t be afraid,

I wish you’d be glad than be sad,

For glimpse in eyes, I saw gaze shy,

I guessed what might start this fright

If you know what I think you know,

Please see light in this I promise,

For this I keep to all I avow:

I won’t seek to cross this line.

This line, I know, I dared too well,

For my heart, too, knew when it sang.

Still worry not, for I honor my kin,

Through thick and thin, it’s here to stay.

So hear me out, please, when I say,

Worry not, and stay in delight

For journey’s long and dark and winded,

I seek to trust and repute our creed.

This creed to help, and do good a deed,

Beyond our skin and belly we fill,

I believe this above my greed.

So this is the line I vow to keep.

8.5.2024