the door has closed and like
a period at sentence end,
marks a final resting place
for these thoughts…
you! the unnerved, unsettled
and oh so vulnerable heart,
i am letting you go…
this falling, falling, falling-
forged by my own longing-
and set loose upon my soul,
is no longer good enough,
i’ve heard the calling, it’s time to grow….
though i forgive, myself
and others for the pain
that’s plagued me so, it’s now time
to just listen,
to the ancient songs that have been singing
calling this old soul home