Knock on the door
poem by Sharon "Shayla" Barnhart
Knock on the door...
Standing there with an open wide arms.
"Welcome home" he says.
"I've been waiting for you all this time."
With tears in my eyes.
It tears of jubilance!
Ran as I have nothing left to live for;
Ran into his arm.
As my mind, ponder, I made it!
Made it home!
My first Home!
I never stop loving you.
The arms are so full of warmth;
So full of love that seems to never fade.
You and Me.
Hold us tigher;
Tighter as if I might be gone forever one day.
Knock on the door...
Not sure if I will stay away this time?
I'm crazy for you, but know this
Ich Liebe Dich Fir immer mehr.
About the Creator
Shayla Barnhart
Full time mama 🤱🏽
Full time College student 👩🏽💻
I’m hard of hearing person 🧏🏽♀️
Advocacy/Psychology/Criminal Justice major 📚
Love using emojis 🥰
I love the beach 🏄🏽♀️
Two things I miss is
Being a cheerleader 🤸🏽♀️
And coffee ☕️
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