zig zagging..

crooked or straight

Lines

created from life..

past & present

join, intersect and form us..

binding us tight

The memories

What we hold near&dear

become our truths..

what we see, what we feel, what we believe to be real

Is how we deal..

it can grow us or

ravage us

choices to be made..

It is ok and sometimes

it is right to live in the crookeds..

There will be no finding the straights..

For there to be a shadow

There has to be light

let your focus be on the bright..