Introspective
Introspective
I am the door leading
To the next generation,
It is an effigy of my spirit,
There is no key;
Once opened I can not
Be locked
The riffraff of the past knocks
But I will not yield,
The winds and javelins
Of lightning thrust
Against the barricade
Cannot beat me down,
I do not succumb!
I am life;
I am the energy of things to come.
© Janice Bumbalough Marler
poetrybyjan@nc.rr.com
By dolores39
© 2009 dolores39
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