THE DOORWAY TO MY SOUL


I stand in the doorway

Of my own soul


Searching for something

Familiar.


There is an awkwardness


In this search and a

Searing pain that is

Sinking deep within.

As I continue my desperate search,

Fear tears at my

Breaking heart.

The chambers of my soul

Seem to be empty

And where terror and joy

Once resided

There is nothing!

I peer in, standing, waiting

In the Nothingness.

Time passes and I see no

Shadow of my former self.

I give in to the power of the

Nothingness.

I let go of searching for someone

Whom I do not know.

I let go of the mask who

Pretends to know who I am.

As I do, I feel the floodates open

Allowing the authenticity

Of my own pure soul to

Permeate my entire being

I stand in the doorway of

My own Soul

Welcoming my True Self

Back Home.



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©1994 Lindamaupin.all rights reserved ©1994-2000

This poem first appeared in the Magazine Poetry Break. Copyrights return to author.



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