Hesitation

Gods alive, I am terrified

But the fire in your eyes tells me otherwise

There is warmth there

And the midnight chills are creeping in.

The door hesitates,

Hinges half-frozen like a suggestion,

A possibility in between cracks

And the promise of light.

I see it seeping underneath,

Caressing the floor with its presence

Tip toeing ever so gently

Between the carpet and frame.

You hide behind a fortress of silence

And surround yourself with words,

With wishes of other worlds

And a life that’s more your own.

You ache for something more

And your finger, tracing racing thoughts,

Tries in vain to find their source

Before the glow can fade.

The door yields slightly,

And I hear a soft singing within my bones,

It resonates through my skin

And settles on my lips.

I whisper gently, the words I know,

And slip them underneath.

They pile up slowly

I hope they keep you company.