Curb level view

It's hard to see over the curb
when you been pushed down to it's level.
Even on tip toes and stretching hard,
jumping up and down and trying to grab the ledge..
seeing over the top is hard work.
Frustratingly painful, each inch a mile.
Once you do gain ground,
you try to find your place again on the sidewalk;
also hard to do, where did you leave off?
Trying hard to not step on the cracks,
it might send me back,
watch out for those lines..the one's that
remind you, just in case you forget,
who put you there at curb level.
Aiming for higher ground, dodging lines,
trying to do the right thing,
all the while remembering what it was like to
walk that sidewalk everyday with confidence. and assurance that
this is where you belonged.
Not as sure of yourself as you were,
leery of what used to be, yet
wanting a small part of that to remain,
to help you keep your balance on the walk.
There is that line again, messing with you,
could not see it coming, and you waiver...recovering once again.
Strides growing longer, eyes open for all
obstacles, a sense of you returning;
Wishing the lines would not be so cruelly intended,
meant to remind you of life at curb level.
Stay the course, walk straight, swing your arms
with confidence..this is your stride, your walk.
So maker of lines, join in, or go back to your own curb level view.
This is My sidewalk.
Guests are welcome, but not their lines.
Good bye curb level view.