Knocking Again

A wall of

Closed doors

Lines my path,

Each one

I’ve pushed

To open change.

My own voice

My own pace

My own truth,

A quiet rebel

A gentle force

A brave disrupter.

Turning the key

To challenge

Old defenses,

The silence

—Judgment—

The shadows

—Abandonment—

The weight

—Fear—

All pressing

Heavily

Holding me down,

A captive

Caught

In mental chains.

Until

A whisper

Rises strong:

Closed

Can mean

Blocked,

But it

Can also mean

Protected,

Ready,

Waiting

For the right

Knock.

And I—

I can still

Knock again.

I am

Not the silence,

Not the fear—

I am the knock,

And the will to try again.