Who Am I?

If you love the life you live,
you’ll live the life you love,
when keys no longer work,
knock on the door above,
not on the invisible man
with glowing white beard;
seek ye wisdom of thy soul,
travel where few have dared.

To go deep within,
to churn past foreign mud;
to unearth ancestral kin;
to find your fit like sacred glove.
Be they midnight fights, or tired nights,
when winter stays too long,
hold wind of life as string of kite,
for silver linings sing lullaby songs.
As you awaken, from the knock on the door,
you’ll find yourself standing there,
as you never knew before.

by Kevon Simpson 2014 ©

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