Dwell
poems
- What rooms of the soul
- have we left unchecked
- Forgotten and locked away
- With the key nowhere to be found?
- Don’t worry.
- The door is still open.
- Climb the creaking stairs
- Open the dust-covered drawers and look in
- Run your fingers along the wooden shelves
- now draped in darkness,
- somewhere in the attic of your mind.
- Once there you may rediscover
- the very thing
- You have been searching for
- Your entire life.
- Prepare yourself:
- The ghosts will cry and beckon.
- But don’t run.
- Sit and stay awhile.
- Get to know yourself.
- Offer light
- and accept the forgiveness
- that soon follows.
