Somewhere Between Forgiveness and Letting Go

Too much time on hand Quiet With my head in the sand And now I fidget with the task Of doing something with myself I wander into the hall Where my soul lies trapped Between a doorway and a wall Reluctant I press my palm to cold steel I push on I can feel The hinges protest With a squeak Long and shrill I speak But to myself Crack open The swinging door to my heart Just a hair’s breadth I’m assured There’s nothing in there but us chickens My eyes adjust to the darkness Revealing Dusty promises Stacked neatly on a shelf Once all shiny and new I do a mental inventory Of what I owe you With a sigh Stifled air fills my lungs And through pursed lips I exhale the barren air I took in Across the surface Of these items And watch in amusement As breath joins in dance with a sunbeam That just snuck in somewhere All golden against the darkness And tiny unsettled particles Disturbed Now freed From dimming the beauty Of what was once treasured Surprise To come alight on a tailwind Half forgotten intentions Half remembered convictions Now checked like an inventory Of scorned goods that never sell Visible to the naked eye Straining hard to see the Impossible And the minuscule Seek and you will find Proof for doubts That play your mind And that is where it pays To be careful Of what you wish for But we all love a bargain, now, don’t we?