The Door 


“Who’s there?” she said, hearing the knocking spree

“It’s anger, let me in so I can stir your passions.”

“Stay away from me,

My soul cannot breath with you here.”


The knocking continued…


“Will you open me so sadness can sit beside you?”

“My heart’s contemplation is heavy enough, 

My tears seen by only a few, 

My solace comes with the moonbeams.”



The knocking continued…


Fear took its turn, and the knocking became stronger.

My heart pounded in rhythm to its noisy beat.

“I will not listen to you any longer,

Harmony cannot exist with you near.”

 
The knocking continued…


“Who is it this time?” 

“I’m the one that should have knocked in the first place.”

I smiled sublimely,

Love finally found its way to my door,


The knocking stopped…