A fine Line
She walks a fine line
between the
past _________and _________now
carrying her bag
her history
her mystery
her careful secret
no one leaked it
a shroud
a cloud
a dark figure
a smoking mirror
she can’t bear to look
in the dark corner. . .
still there
she’s well aware
not forgotten
coz it smells rotten.
She walks a fine line
between hell_________and _________the divine
and you would never know
she’s giving you a show
here she comes now_______________
ready to take her
____________________bow . . .
Thank you for spending a moment with this poem 🤍
If these words resonated with you, I invite you to explore more of my creative work. Through poetry, song, sound, video, and storytelling, I explore memory, identity, voice, belonging, and the spaces between who we have been and who we are becoming.
You are warmly welcome to wander further through the world of I am Maria!
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