Across the Line (Short Poem)
On the horizon there is a line.
It shows me how far I can go,
what I am willing to give up,
how much I can take,
how tall I can grow,
and who I can and can’t be.
I cannot cross the line just like that.
But one day I will be forced to.
Across the line I will find out
if I am still the person I was before,
if I am someone better,
if I am closer to who I want to be,
and what my true limits are.
I will stand still for a moment until
I find myself in the same space again three weeks later.
I will push the line further.
With every step I will become a little stronger,
and feel a little colder.
I will push so far,
I will become someone entirely different,
someone you won’t recognize.
I won’t either.
And I will ask myself
if the line truly exists.
Or if it’s only in my head.