The Line 1

Born with a choice, I walked the earth thinking I was brought up to become.
I thought that I should abide by others' laws.

Life was a straight line. No curves. No bumps. No ups or downs.
It was a path I should walk without turning my face, or lowering it.
And I believed it so.
And I walked it. I walked it tirelessly, reluctantly at times, but I walked on.
I saw a strange light at the end of the path, and I inquired about it.
That light was God and destiny, I was told, waiting for me with wide-spread arms.
And I believed it so.
I was given a reason to keep the journey.
And for years and years, I walked and walked...

But with every step, I found the light getting away, running from me.
But I dared not speak.
And I thought God was running away from me.
But I dared no speak.
I was wrong in my thinking. For God never walks away from believers. And so I was made to believe I was a non-believer. So I gave up walking and started running instead to redeem myself.

I run to you god with bruises all over my legs.
I crawl to you begging your forgiveness.
I am the damned, I am the non-believer.
I implore your mercy, for I have sinned
Save me eternal suffering.
Forgive me father.
Forgive me...

(to be continued)

Launching of The Line.

The Line is a series of texts I have been working on. I have no definition for them. They are neither prose nor poetry. They are their own entity.
The Line is a journey, and today, I start sharing this journey with you.