gliding

gliding

Monday, September 16, 2013

The Open Door

you will have to gather me into your arms
as I collapse
in great sorrow and relief
the emotion too strong
you must be my strength
too long, too much to bear
you understand
you will be there
some think coming home should be easy
they don't know me
as you lift me away
from battles, memories, joys,
family and friends
you will be gentle
experts in your field
I want to be healed
so,
do not be alarmed
I am in arms that are strong
if I should disappear
without a trace
don't call the police
if I vanish right from under your nose
try to open your mind
to the many possibilities
I could have been gone already
time crumbling, collapsing,
not important anymore
as the arms that catch me
and the open door