Kelly Hitchcock Poet Rhyme

Antiquities Door

I've observed my thoughts
They naturally flow through my mind
Some true, some scripted
Some redundant, unkind

These are my memories, creating emotions
They're my unique experience in this life
Viewed from a platform
Sometimes exposing a neurological strife

We must turn through all the pages
Go beyond the human history of time
It is there we find the answers
Stamped in our ancestral climb

Like waves in the ocean
That relentlessly pounds the shore
The past flows through us
Like a stranger knocking at our door

We try to avoid this stranger
We’re frozen with fear
But the knocking keeps coming
Year after year

It's the ancestral sound
Of those who came before
Surprisingly, the noise lessens
When we open antiquities door

Now the waves begin to subside
As does the ancient battle in my mind
I become the true observer of the thoughts
They're clear and kind

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