It worked

The line between right and wrong

Is like a chalk line drawn by a toddler

Uneven, bumpy and filed with gaps

Sometimes a storm washes it away

Ant hat toddler has to draw it again

However it is never in the same place

Or the same length

Sometimes you have to cross the line

To make sure your future is benefitted

And forget the others

And push througt a rough time

But come out better on the other side

Well thats me

I'm back

ANd I don't know when thenext storm is coming

But untill then

Enjoy

Reviews

[QC]

your metaphor = awesome. really. i wish i would have thought of that; now i think i'll have to use it in one of my writings, if you'll let me xD

This is great, I enjoyed reading it. Very different from what I usually read, but very good!!

[Gone]

Interesting metaphore. Personally I think it depends on who draws the line. If it is man-un-kind then your poem stand true and insightful. If it is God then it is straight as an arrow and thin as a razor. Mans you stand on one side or the other but with Gods you have to walk the line without swerving to the left or right. That is why no man can keep it and why we all need God's provision of grace.