Poetry

Crossed a Line (#862)

Some invisible borderline I’ve crossed,
My heart and head are mixed and lost,

Looking back, I ask “how’d I get here?”
Excitement, disappointment, and fear,

At this point is there really going back?
These heavy thoughts continue to rack,

And if I could, would I choose to do so?
The answer would appear to be a “no,”

The gods must be shaking their heads,
Us mortals and our invisible threads,

I’m but a puppet on her steady string,
Confusion and happiness, it does bring,

My heart and head are mixed and lost,
Some invisible borderline I’ve crossed.

Any Thoughts?

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