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Open Door

A Poem

By Alexander Ray WilliamsPublished 4 years ago 2 min read

Upon entering a lusty and glistening childhood

When toys would escort their children to school

Lack separated me from peers I would

Befriend if only my parents pockets were full

What possessions sat in what forgotten recess

In houses large enough to lose oneself in

Not a thought in the head of naughty leeches

Of peasants and queens snoozing in their lesson

The story of poverty and what blessings were missed

A trailer that bumped against my heels

While they showed the haul what currency’s purchased

I proudly provided proverbs of missed meals

In our bags there was a great weight

We each had paralleled empty space

What I pulled free were badges great

Displayed against their pricey lace

Like the difference twixt winter and spring

Environments altered in which I survived

Eyes fixed on the humbling sting

Of a youth spent unsatisfied

Not unlike mine, stories abounded

Of what was and was not inside the home

Adults mourning the unknown astounded

Myself out of feeling alone

That was a special thing, having naught

Yet the proof was there, it was the norm

The chip upon my shoulder, the reason I fought

Was the reason the masses were forlorn

What discovery, so great was I shaken

Observe the slanted spine, the suffering in the gait

No matter the shoes, the steps taken

We were spawned to the same fate

Whatever comes, the argument for pity

Should be made and made well

Entire groups that number a city

Or many more cling to their hell

I was not like them, such vision

As though a heart-red beam

Gathered within to create an incision

Illuminating the universe undone by a seam

I had much!

And in this moment all that I seek!

Or enough as such...

To feel gratitude with nothing is not weak.

To witness what I have seen

To witness what I have been

To live as in a dream

To live in such a skin

No apologies issue from within

I cannot be blamed for loving life

All things fade, a living lesson

All things are met with strife

I will continue on

Until I can go no more

In no way is this wrong

To see in all an open door

inspirational

About the Creator

Alexander Ray Williams

Trying to understand

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