Poetry Break...

My Choice

 

Inside me,

Freedom waits patiently

Upon the doorstep of struggle,

Knocking softly and calling my name.

I can scarcely hear

Its drumming rap

On the door of my soul.

Drowned out by

All the noise inside

Of deadlines and plans,

Of fear of the unknown,

Of day to day demands,

Freedom’s persistent whisper

Becomes obscure.

 

But still, it waits,

It calls for me

To simply open the door.

To step outside

Of all that is known,

Of struggle I have worn,

Like a poorly fitted cloak

Wrapped tightly around me

For false protection.

 

Freedom waits for me

Upon my doorstep,

Unjudging, unimpeded,

With outstretched arms.

Freedom welcomes me

To shed my skin of discord

And step across the threshold,

Liberating my soul

Into a world of

Unrestrained Joy.

 

Forgive my lack

Of attention to you.

I must answer my door

And go outside.

I have dismissed

Freedom’s knock

Long enough.