Therese Gramercy . . . the girl named Trees

Sunshine peeks through the clouds

Fear

Where does fear draw the wavering line that I feel,
that what I have wanted will never be real?

Is it a dotted line that has plenty of cracks to slip through,
or a solid line held together with permanent glue?

Is it a line drawn in pencil that is easily erased,
or will the lines of fear be etched forever on my face?

Was the line drawn by you to hold me away from your side,
or did I draw the line that brought the fear to my eyes?