an open door

an open door

A Poem by fuschia flay

An open door   10/9/08

 

Rigidity

Offending notions

You, raging like an ocean

Wanting everything

To stay the same

There’s a reason, it’s that way

Because you like it

But then something inside

Screams out for something

Different

Ok

Everything the same

Even the dog and cats, and birds agree

Isn’t it nice to know

What to expect

There is food today

Same place

Same kind

Same time

And isn’t it all good

It is

Very good

But with me

I have to step outside

That line

I want the line

Firmly there

And sometimes it seems

It tries to confine

Wants to push back

And meet some resistance

The expected and comfortable

Dare complacency to settle in

How do you

Keep it fresh

And keep what’s good

Having a good framework

To operate within

Allows you to go

Out on the tightrope

And the trapeze

Once in a while

After a while

Risk, adventure and exploration

The very discovery and curiosity

Of life itself

Can become dull

Senses begging

For stimulation

For some reason

To continue, to pursue

Accomplish and grow

What we know

What we think

How to determine

A path that keeps us centered

Grounded

Helps us be

More

Who we are

And no one can tell you how

If not for everything

We wouldn’t be anything

Forward and grateful

Unknown and known

A future that is bright

And stages of life that are recast

All the time

Finding some peace

Within my mind

Believing all the time

That I will find

The answers

And yet leaving the door open

For them

To find

Me

 

 

© 2008 fuschia flay


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A Poem by fuschia flay