I’m knocking at your door.
Won’t you please let me in?
You think I’m the boogyman.
That’s not who I am.
You fear I will hurt you,
That’s not my intention.
I only want to help you,
Please give me you attention.
I’m pleading with your heart.
Won’t you please open up?
Let me be who I’m meant to be.
We can make a new start.
“who are you?”
I hear from behind the door.
I am Love.
If you could see,
You’d know for sure.
This was written somewhere around 2009 give or take. back during those years I faithfully attended Paducah Writers Group’s Open Mic Night at Etcetera.
Published by Jeana
I guess I should start with informing you that I am a Christian. I'm the love thy neighbor kind, not the smack you over the head with a Bible kind. I try to be loving and encouraging, compassionate, helpful when I can, and forgiving; because the Creator has been all those things to me.
I'm an artist. A rather unsuccessful one but none the less, still an artist. I'm a writer. But I'm also classic A.D.D. so I've got a bunch of half stories floating around. Hoping this blog will help me with that. I'm also a poet. Which I plan to share on here in the hopefully near future. Then there's the down side. I'm fat. I'm clumsy, compulsive; I tend to be obsessive too. I've got anxiety issues, in and out of depression, and feel like a total screw up most of the time. I'm definitely a masterpiece in progress. Where God is going with it, I dunno, but I'm trusting Him to help me get there.
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