Lines

I've crossed many lines before,

of which I was able to tiptoe back to safety

or the line just disappeared completely.

This time I've crossed the last line,

or the first?

Maybe it was a combined couple of lines;

either way, I'm stuck at the wrong side.

See the line?

I'm wrong?

I'm wrong.

How do I go back?

This line

won't allow erasing by smudging rubber attempts

won't allow renaming by the paint's glazing drips of uppers and downers.

It stays to stare me down

And with gained power, it gains width every moment I linger;

more square meter, inches, feet, miles

to remind me of how wrong I am.

I know I'm wrong.

It stings to be reminded of wrongness.

Yet, I don't move from

here.

My feet can't journey

My shoes breath to breath with the ground.

This is my timeline.

Although I began my walk on what was the wrong side

hope for me to find my way differently

find happiness in what is bad

excel in the anti-good,

weigh my soles, unrelenting.

Author's Note

Journal edit.