My Address
Miss Karen.
Keys turn the lock,
But the walk to the door no melody.
My home and its entrance an imagery,
Creaking planks remind me of my life at gridlock.
Yet I skip to a tune,
Humming thoughts bright.
Focused on heights higher,
Confident in near than sooner.
Determined my now and to come move in tune,
Bring my then into view.
Each step forward a keyboard,
Ideas increasing with each stride.
Blended into a common chord,
Today tomorrow's pride.
On a balcony I'm standing,
My creation my version.
Of timber and cement my house standing,
Courage confidence my balcony interpretation.
Ready to claim my space,
Create a new address.