FRESH OFF THE PAGE: can’t come in

Yesterday this poem came to me. I was feeling closed off and wanted to be away from the world. I get like that sometimes. But I wrote a post here in the morning, and after I finished writing it I was literally in a better state both physically and mentally. I was able to pack those harder thoughts and feelings into a small box, the poem below, and then put them away. Or put them here, I should say.


can’t come in

knock knock there
on my heart’s door
despite the sign
do not disturb
yes i’m still here
sitting quietly
waiting patiently
soon you’ll see
you’re not welcome
in here anymore

About Jacqlyn Thorne

I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.