Lines of Life
White flags with invincible dots of black.
Dark clouds covering the sky's slack,
Hunting down every tear shed
only to end up faking the perfect smile.
Lines; lining up to make longer lines
in queues of different shapes of life.
Lines; lining up in ascending order
in comparison to different stages of life.
Longer; it increases,
As life pierces with spears,
Then sobers up in tears.
Long — longer than infinity,
With past passing batons,
Creating different seasons,
From falling to rising,
To rising to fall,
Then failing to succeed…
Longer; again it increases,
Fitting into each season,
With happenings happening for a reason
Because
He — the Maker — takes these long lines
to mould the perfect shape
That will align with the lines needed
To make it all radiate at the finish line.
Copyright © Dorcas Tayire | Year Posted 2024
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