By Denise Marsh
There are lines in my path-
Straight and narrow,
curved and widened,
broken and blurred;
Each one
telling its own tale.
There are lines in my path.
I walk slowly,
cautiously,
pausing at each one
in reflection
and circumstance.
There are lines in my path
that even the rain cannot erase
with its gentle tears.
The lines of my life-
lessons that beget
another line.
