Lines Poem by Eddie Roa

Lines

My life has been spent drawing lines
Thick and threatening, a warning to others
Not to cross over lest they be thwarted
Demarcations that shut out people and dissensions
Straightest of lines to get somewhere fast
Rigid and orderly, a fine way to think
Never meandering nor considering other paths
I drew a line that excluded all, a narrow lane
Soon deeply rutted through countless hours of long treks
In fixed strides from one point to another, back and forth.
How much longer can I walk the straight and narrow and
Emerge into the light from dark chasms of my creation?