That Thin LineA Poem by Charlène BoutinI felt horrible, and so I let it all flow out.There is the line of life that supports our souls Traps them in the narrow prison that is our material body. This line, this thin chord of life, is all that prevents our trespassing to the other world, wherever that may be. I believe the lines are thicker some days than they are other days. Tonight, the line in me grows thinner and thinner as his words become harsher and harsher. My heart pumps fast, oh so very fast, while my happiness fades to nothingness when the words I feared more than anything else in the world evade his mouth. The line is thin... The tears drown me, choke me, burn my skin... The need of snapping the line once and for all overwhelms the whole of my being, like a presence inside of me. I am blinded to the goodness of the world- nothing matters anymore but the pain that was injected through my heart tonight.
But the line I will not cut, for I have the knowledge that there is still hope lying somewhere in the valley that is existence. © 2008 Charlène BoutinAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on November 19, 2008 AuthorCharlène BoutinMontréal and Val-d'Or, CanadaAboutThere's more to this world than we see. Artists are gifted with the vision of this world, and can bring forward these visions to others. The world I see goes beyond my eyes, beyond my own life. I hop.. more..Writing
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