Walking through a door in his mind
The goal to see what he could find
The house was his, but he didn’t build it
Flowers in the yard gray and wilted
Home made blanket grandma quilted
It was a large place with bars on certain windows
Couldn’t see in their but he had a hint though
Of what would need to be kept out, and in
On this idea his conscious slept in
Curiosity crept in
For the most part the place had a nice face
As he got closer his heart started to race
What would I find inside my own place?
Here we go let me test the handle
Tried moving his arm up
Then he felt again the alarm up
Resistance instance
Some thoughts oversized could paralyze
Frozen as he thought hands wrought
Self taught cosmonaut
Be brave or remain a slave
Ok that makes sense lets commence!
No going back from hence
With himself he liked to fence
Upon breaking free of his fear
Door opened easy inside now clear
Smelled familiar like elementary school hallways
Waxed floors and old calm days
In the vestibule he felt less the fool
On the pillow where he rested drool
Mothers love he did his best at school
Maybe just an adult baby
But love to those who raised me
And braised me
As it made sense to do
Fear has a way of tensing you…up
Still so grateful now for the love in my cup
Broken pottery its own lottery luck
Once the pieces get glued back together
Wasted thoughts always and never
Awethentic 