Growing Pains: A Poem

H. Kris Thomas
If I climb this stairway
I'll feel the draft
Outside air being let in
Feel the chill in my fingers
And in all my bones

And if I push this door
I've made it
The rooftop-my newfound home
On it I have few options for roaming
But I'm not complaining
The constraining feels appropriate

And if I walk this line
If I keep this line
See it to the end
I'll have arrived though
I've not arrived at any place
My whole life

If I am honest
It will be one step forward
One step up
Staring down that fear
Bracing for the jump
The flight
The fall

And if I look down
I can watch the pulsing
Sense the anxiety of life
Moving, moving
Thinking, thinking
Feeling, feeling
No rest

And if I learn to let go
To surrender to holy justice and to peace
I'll jump to my end
To death
To arrival
Be done with those old growing pains

Note: It is right to leave the burdens of the past behind. Where we are going, in our forward march through time and space, there is no room for the good and the new and the beautiful and the emotional weight of past events.

Published by H. Kris Thomas

So Cal resident writing poetry and other things...but mostly poetry.  View profile

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  • Meki g10/26/2009

    I really like this! Very well written!

  • Branwen6610/24/2009

    So beautifully expressed and so true! Now all I have to do is follow your advice. :)

  • Rachel de Carlos10/23/2009

    That was a lovely poem and such wise advice in your note at the end!

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