FREEFORM SEPTEMBER

Knocking at my door

Stands freedom

Waiting for me to open and

Let myself out.

All I have to do is to pack

My hopes away in boxes full of

Little painted fingernails With sparkles, half-licked Lollipops and warm wet

Hugs in fluffy towels.

Knock-knock.

Knocking at my door

Stands the truth

That it’s over. The illusion

Of shared stories of family. 

My awareness aperture was too wide, now

I’m worn down to hiding

Focused tears of laughter. Our ferocious tiger fights

Ask me to let go.

Knock-knock.

Knocking at my door

Stands forgiveness

For each of us to find at

Lapping water’s edge

The sound of anger

Receding with the tide

Until then, I take every piece of

My broken heart with me

To keep you safe.

Knock-knock.

Knocking at my door

Stands Love waiting for

My own life of gardens,

Little dogs and Tarot.

A fate I put away in

A silk-lined drawer until

It was time for me

To leave, and that time has come.

I love you and I am gone.

Knock-knock.