The thin line

The one line that separates here and there.

That line that always look as a barrier for me.

Un passable – as if always between

Myself and the places I wanted

To be in.

This illusive line that is oh so

Clear and fine – almost

like an obvious thing.

And one day I'm looking and

Loo and behold – I'm over it.

I'm where I wanted to be,

But the line? Is gone.

Erased by the waves of life as

If it has never been.

Or has it ever been?

Done