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?