I have my home in two worlds
This one:
With all its wild running,
Stuffing my pockets full of pleasure.
A smile the size of a candy shop!
I open my closet,
My whole life pours out
In excessive sweetness.
Even my suffering has taken a shine.
Running my fingers over my scars,
What were once indignities
Are now a flutter in the heart…
I bashfully flirt with every beauty.
The blushing maple, there
That brushstroke of moon.
Her hand on my chest,
Light as air,
And just as needed.
It’s all an enchantment.
I am aware of the windows being shut at the back of the house,
The doors, propped open, closing.
But this is not to be a constraint, a prison for beggars.
Not a house of sorrows.
Yes, everything will tremble.
All will fall.
This container will topple off the shelf and shatter,
Spilling into an infinite field,
Where this greeting awaits:
Hello, darling. Welcome home.
~ John Willison
John is a therapist who loves the written word and loves his wife, pets, family and friends even more.
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