I walk out the door
Into shade and verse
And her voice is calling and
My ears are open.
My voice is parched, but I’m still screaming and
The words are puncturing my lungs.
I’ve circled this place for far too long
Looking for answers in the scraped paint
For a reply in the corroded drain
And I think I’ve eaten too much.
I understand these walls aren’t going to harm
But God do I feel its pressure.
These eyes have swelled but I can still glance
At a photograph and I snap back.
Still, I do not know what I am so afraid of.
I relive a moment or two in my head
And I scuffle again to my feet
As I’ve felt an angel’s touch before.
My muscles tighten, my neck is tense
My vision distorts.
And she kisses my eyelids slightly.
I return face down to the sheets.
I brought all I have here,
I’ve unloaded my dreams; I’ve unpacked my deep
Darkest
Secrets.
Yet, I can not surrender.
I feel this brush of wings,
I can smell the winter air,
The summer breeze,
The fall’s falling,
The spring’s mystery,
All at once as I inhale.
I work with an unmovable barrier
And whisper slowly
“I put you up in haste
And I built you in denial.
I break down, so break as you must.”
I do not know what I am so afraid of.
She came to the door
And a glow seeped into the cracks
Her voice is calling yet
The door is locked.

01/17/2008

Posted on 01/18/2008
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