Written 1-24-2010
A door can be left unlocked for only so long -
An open hand and invitation offered only so many times to be rejected.
Yet without an exchange of words and ideas you believe you know me.
No idea as to what drives me, where my passion lies, what my spirit has seen, but yet, you assume I am just like everyone else around you.
But, I am not. I walk in a plane I wish everyone did to the very least.
It is a place difficult to believe exists as the things that consume me are rarely grounded here.
But you refuse to lean about me, preferring to file me in the same category as all the others.
And when blessing is about to be bestowed, you find no joy in it, shaking your head as I rejoice.
Even so, the door remains open, the invitation still extended. The question is - will you take hold of it? Will you finally be willing to break loose of your mind and see who I really am?
©Kristen Garcia 08-2019
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