<h1>I drew a line</h1>

I drew a line on an empty page

The line became a smile

I drew a line that stretched for eternity

I drew a line that went for a mile

I drew a line on the desert sand

To mark the places I have been

Other lines for other times

And others for faces I have seen

I drew a line I couldn’t cross

I drew a line across my skin

I marked a path so clear and true

A line between my needs and whims

I drew a line that promised love

Another steeped in hate

Yet more lines of promises broken

A cold hearth, an empty grate

All these lines that I have marked

Lines to make my history

To mark moments of deepest glee

And the darkest chains of misery

Have I learned a lesson from my pencil’s scrawls?

Or shall I continue on the lane

Of drawing words, inspirations

Will I take them to the grave?

I have drawn lines all my life

Is this all that is left for me?

I have no room left for guilt at all, why should I

Apologise for being me?