Fine Line

The difference between
doing and not doing
is a fine line incised
down the center of my
being.
It starts from
the ridge of my brow
and leads
across my face
into my chest
and through my
various organs
liver, spleen, pancreas,
all the parts that work.
It surfaces
through my navel
and travels down my
thigh, knee, ankle,
past the callous
on my heel
and to the sole of my foot.
It’s an invisible fine line.
Invisible.
You won’t see it
when you see me.
When you see me
you won’t know
why I can or can’t,
but it’s all because
of the line
and how it got there
and how it will never
go away.

Fine Line by Stephanie Spaulding