On The Shelf Of Myself.
Updated on April 17, 2017
Escape from Within
On the shelf of myself!
Ensconced within
our inner
dwelling places
we squat on the
shelf of ourself
Huddled like
dusty knic-nacs
afraid of falling
and breaking,
fragile with
glazed eyes
tightly closed
we remain
shut off from
the world.
But fortunately
some of the joy
and the music of life
often seeps through
the cracks
in our veneer
and move us
to take broader steps
outside of ourselves.
To peek out of the
keyholes of our eyes
in amazement at
what we are
missing while
we were so
wrapped up
in our brain cells
of regrets.
So we take
the time to
turn back the
locks against pain
and to tiptoe bravely
into the vast
plains of possibilities
and wallow
in the world
only to come
away unstained.
Nothing prevents
us from doing this
for that door
to your inner self,
seldom locks and is
always open for retreat.
So go boldy into
the face of life,
laughing and dancing
at it's many missteps
and you will balance
always on the edge
of delight amidst
the madness.
©-Matthew F. Blowers III