The Line of Demarcation


There’s a line you’ve made
Around your heart
That you’ll not let me cross,
A line that has no stop or start
Yet keeps me at such loss.


A boundary in the sand’s been drawn
To keep me out--
Not in.
Sometimes I want to scream and shout,
Just what has been my sin?


I gave my heart some time ago,
Imperfect,
Though I am,
But fate has tossed it to and fro
At every little whim.


A line of demarcation stands
Rock solid,
Like a wall…
Bound by mortar you command
And standing ten feet tall.


I can never cross that line
Despite the prayers
I’ve prayed.
Perhaps someday,
All in good time,
You’ll be unafraid…
 

Sharon Frye

2010