Lines in the Sand

the point in a relationship when you have to decide whether to love that person or run away. -enjoy-

 

Rolling hills

Keep me unaware

Of passages

of time

of space

of distance

 

And now I am here

I have arrived

At the place

That I’ve bee to

Many times before

Ne’er pleasant

 

A line drawn in the sand

That gets deeper

And more dramatic

With each drop

From my body

And each punch

Of my card

 

I stop on quarter

When I see the line

Knowing its importance

To my identity

And my numerical value

 

The ground beyond

This wary line

Is pure and smooth;

Untraveled

 

But the land before;

A different story,

Trampled, dusty,

Tired, and dirty.

 

The line in the sand

That controls my value

And my Hollywood worth

Is a scary sight

To someone as weak/as scared as me/you/us/them

 

I’ve been here a time or two

And both times I’ve made the same decision

To turn and run;

Bolt.

Like the battered puppy I am.

 

But now?

I don’t want to run

I want to jump;

Leap over the cannon

That the line has become.

Wishing that he’ll be there

To catch me

But knowing that I could fall/fail/quit

 

My not-so-pretty/pleasant/desirable

Past/Childhood/Life

Has grown inside me

A blue rose bush

 

I could jump

And know I tired

I could run

And protect myself

 

Or I could stand here;

Firmly

On one side of the line

That divides

Saying I’m there

But protecting myself

And actually

Being

All

There

 

I’m tired

Of running

And tired

Of knowing

That the line keeps growing

With each day

Getting harder to survive

And harder to resist

Reviews

[piggy]

This was exhausting to read. Great writing. Thank you.