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Friday, 8 November 2013
Knock
Now Playing: Knock

I hear a knock upon my door,
I stand to open, cross the floor.

Why would someone call on me?
I never visit, never leave

the safety of my peaceful walls,
my universe one away from all

the rest where I can sweetly sleep
unfettered, quiet hold my keep.

But someone seems to need a voice
I really have no other choice...

So turn the knob I do, then peek
beyond the door and hear a forlorn figure speak.

"I'm lost, so lost can you help me?
I don't know where I am; can't see!"

I see the tears have streaked the face,
sob-scalded eyes have ruined the grace

that must have been there once before,
but long before she'd reached my door.

"Come in," I say and move aside
then pull the door to open wide.

I have no clue what I can do
perhaps in time we'll find a clue.

"What is your name?" I ask as we
find chairs to sit, knee to knee.

She gives a name that's just like mine,
we laugh and share the same 'voice' chime.

That too is odd to both of us;
we laugh again and then we 'huff'...

The 'huff' as well we both do share
then both reach up to press our hair

behind an ear to better see
the me as her and she as me.....

I shook my head and stood up straight
Perhaps it's me and she's the fake?

Is it dream's reality that's shaking me,
"Wake Up you fool and flee just flee!....

"Your walls not safe, you think they are;
they are not peace but full of bars

that hold you in and tightly bound
without the sun no truth is found.

"Throw back the shades and step outside
Step out and dance and take a ride..!"

Myself is shouting "This is me!....
No one can stop me now, I'm FREE!"

I found the sun, I found the rain,
realized my walls held only pain

that I'd accepted as a truth,
but now the sky my beauty roof!

I hold no door, the ground my floor,
Alone not me, no longer poor.

(hulitoons)

Posted by hulitoons at 8:44 PM EST
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