Knock, Knock
Knock, Knock
Who’s there?
Is that the past that I have hidden from,
The past that I have buried deep at the bottom of the sea
Knock, Knock
Who is there?
Is that the grandmother that has abandoned her grandchild in a time of need,
Or the starving Aunt, who can’t feast on the fruits of her niece’s labor
Knock, Knock
Who is there?
Is it the ex who lied and called me names,
Belittled me in many ways and wants a second chance
Knock, Knock
Who is there?
Is that the sound of my ghosts trapped in the closet,
Trying to come out to reveal themselves
Knock, Knock
Who is there?
Is that the sound of my breath,
That was taken away at the sight of you
Knock, Knock
Who is there?
Is it just the sound of the calming music playing in my head,
Or the sound of Africa beating a drum in a celebration
Knock, Knock
Who is there?
My chance to run into the unknown
Or the invitation to fix my history?
Copyright © Imani Wedderburn | Year Posted 2017
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