Lines

Too much of my life,
                is full,
of attempted lines others drew,
                                         in my sands.           
Their battle lines, scratched across,
my body, my sex, my mind, my life...
...their permissions, prohibitions,
petitions, and protestations.

And how they rage and weep,
when my tides turn,
and wash their little lines away,
as if they were never even there.
Respect the ground you stand on, chaps.
It is deep, and hungry, and you are very...
                  ...very...
                               ...small.

~Charl Landsberg
2019