Perspective

I could draw the line.
Trace the winding path
of all my yesterdays.
Follow the trail of
every tear.
 The curve of every smile.
Chase the wave of every fit of laughter.
I could outline the goals
that were the framework of my world.
Colored in by all the shades of love
my relationships have seen.
I could paint a picture
with all the facets of my imagination.
Using the patterns of courage, persistence,
strength, and faith
in the person
that I have grown to be.
It is the frame of memories
and people  that stops me.
Holds my hand down.
Preventing it from drawing
that shortest, final trail of black.
The finish line.
Lisa Ann Camara   September 24, 1986