To You Who Are Travelling

 

Someone is knocking at your door
too far away for the peephole
to show, but likely you know who
is whispering your name. Silly
poems out of place and rhyme

hold you safe in heart and mind while
you continue your alone time.
 
When you reach this journey’s end,
and open your door to the living,
we’ll hear your heart beating and smile.
Everything will be all right.  
We’ll cheer you on to more adventures,
risks taken—open or closed door—
in the knowledge that you’re secure.

My blog poems are rough drafts.

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© 2024 Susan L. Chast