Not my poem

I crossed that fine line
between love and hate
Only to find there was nothing new.
No one changed for me, either way.
So I walked on until I crossed
the fine line between joy and sorrow,
And again discovered nothing new.
They still refused to change.
So I struggled on until I crossed
that ever fine line between life and death,
And found my soul fresh and new.
And realized, to late, that change
only comes from within.

~Gail K. Beaudry