i knocked . . .

[Bill]

 

 

i knocked

 

yeah

i was feeling some kind of way

just like the other day

out of sorts

like a man in shorts

at the North Pole

and it was cold

 

my soul was beckoning me

for a reckoning in me

and i could not see the light

for the forest was dense

and i could make no sense of it

 

so i went to that door

that i had locked

long ago

and i knocked

and the still small voice

welcomed me in

again

 

it has been so many years

some laughter

some tears

since i approached these fears

of mine

embodied by my inner child

whom i have put away

in that closet

 

and now here i am

once again

with yet another humble request

from the best of me

that has tested me

in his silence

 

i have defied

i have lied

and in my bottled anguish

i have cried

so many times

 

and regardless

of all the rhymes i can muster

pen or speak

there is a liquid beauty

that leaks from my soul

that does not cajole me

nor console me

or enfold me

in it’s grace

 

and as i stood face to face

with my better self

i was humbled

as i fumbled

for an apology

for my abject neglect

 

and somewhere in the recesses

i did detect

a warmth of forgiveness

in spite of my mess

 

and thus

 i found rest

simply because i knocked

on the door

i had once locked

 

i knocked

 

 

© 24 May 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.

[Bill]