Break Down the Door [liz]
Break down the door to my nostalgia
Let all creations of my mind run free
In the hopes that some may part
And cease their endless banter
I am the maker of these misfortunes
A tight fist, stubborn will, and muted interlude
Changed the course and blocked the chance
To return and be redeemed
I want your hills, I want your green
I want your voice not unseen
But I must wait, delight and patient
For the plan aligned adjacent
Release, Simple Trust & Rest... these were the words I was hearing as I read your poem.
ReplyDeleteMy mind immediately went to Psalm 23.
Favorite Lines:
"Bread down the door to my nostalgia."
"A tight fist, a stubborn will, and a muted interlude."