Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

White Page

I am writing between lines,
like I did in school,
filling in the white with words.
I haven’t written on lined paper
in years.
I gave it up a long time ago
in favor of the blank page.
Lines feel restrictive.
They keep you in bounds.
They keep you from crossing over.
When I was a kid
I never knew what the lines were
so when I crossed them
no one cared.
There were no punishments,
or repercussions.
No one saying, “Stop”.
No bedroom doors refusing to open
without a knock.
Everything was
a white page
for me to write upon.
Looking back
I can see the lines
crossing and counter-crossing
creating a black field
so intertwined
it is impossible
to see through.
A doodle
gone mad.