Closure

 

By the door I stand

Contemplating life

If there's anyone on the otherside

Standing the way I am

Considering life like me

Wondering if they belong on this side

Wanting to swing it open

And embrace a new bond.

Borne out of a yearning to be 

Loving to see

How they fit in the collage

Filling a space -  a room in this heart

Like meant to be.

By the door I stand, consumend by this longing

Gazing at the wall with nonchalant pain

Concealed carefully in this histronic called living

My heart slipping and skipping a beat

Everytime I hear foot steps approaching

My soul freezing in suspense

"Would it open? Would it close?"

But I stand there, leaning on the wall

Weaning off the carefully nurtutred hope

When those footsteps take an about turn

And fade into the silence.

By the door I stand, wrapped in grief

Carrying the burden of unspent love

Looking for a place to go, but nowhere to be

Then that love gathers in the edges of my eyes

Like dew ready to slip off the leaves

Bleeding into its roots

And seeping into the earth, for once vanishing 

Like it never existed!

Then the door swings open, the one into my heart

And I realize the love need not be turned into wisps of vapor

It can slide inside, like a self love tide

Sweeping the debris of unwant away.

The door before lies the way it is

And the closures come in

Like spring blossoms on winter twigs

And I for once, realize

The magic of falling in love

With myself and my divine plot

And I walk away from the wait

For an unheard footstep

And an invisible hand to swivel the door knob

And enter my heart, to fill its void

Or shut it close to a final curtain

Granting peace.

For peace - is on this side of the door

And the pieces on other side are free to flee.

They owe me nothing

And are set loose to grant me my true love,

Self love!