Standing and Knocking

Standing and Knocking

Hair dripping wet, body shaking in the cold
Hands gripping tightly, trying to ease the pain
Feet bare and scratched, not covered with the blanket I hold
I walk painfully to the door and raise my fist
I knock on it hard but no luck or hope have I found
Crushed and distressed, bones so weak I can't stand
My spirit is fragile and I collapse to the ground
My head is turned downward as I hold back tears
But alas, I cannot and they slip from my eyes
Greif overcomes my fragile heart
And I scream towards the dark and cloudy sky
I cover my head with my hands, trying to escape the voices
Voices that whisper in my ear all the things that I still fear
That no one cares and no one loves me
That I have been abandoned and no one is near
Head heavy, I slowly turn away
Prepared to except my doom, my fate
For logic reasons with my heart
And tells me that I know I am too late
But as I walk away from the door
I am stopped by a man dressed in silvery white
He nudges me back to the door that has crushed my hope
I turn and tell him bluntly about my pitiful plight
He guides me back even as I try to resist
And my eyes fall on the hope-breaking door
I cross my arms and clench my fists
And distinctly state that I will knock no more
His hand gently runs across my face
His soft voice reminds my that if I knock I will recieve
If I continue running I will reach the end
If I maintain and persist I will acheive
Gradually I lift my fist once more
I would like to say that I had a happy ending
That the door was opened at last
But then a wrong message I would be sending
For my hand is still weary
And the voices are still hard to be blocking
And I'm still standing at the door
Standing and knocking


By Grace (Alioc)