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Please Pass Forever
I am no one’s damned soul
in a dress.
See.
I have no crown.
No wings.
And no chains
holding me to the floor.
I can recognize a door.
And use one
if I choose.
So put your sword away.
It was never the key
to me.
I prefer a smile.
And an empty hand
that isn’t bleeding.
Like mine.
They can entwine.
And make a pair.
That is the kind of prayer
I will answer.
Not on my knees.
But tall
and straight
and proud
on my own two feet.
From Imagined Walls
It leaves like life.
Through doors not mentioned.
Before locks were born
and bled.
The passage is the point.
The key to forever.
I am the variable.
The calculated risk.
I do not compute.
The sum of my whole is empty.
Knock twice
if you can find a pane.
If you can’t,
leave your card.
The wind’s music will melt it
through the floor.
Amy Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida.
She has previously published her work in literary journals, in the U.K. as well
as America, such as Avon Literary INtelligencer, Eastern Rainbow, Medicinal Purposes Literary Review,
The intercultural Writer's Review, Icon, Writer's Gazette, and The Penwood Review.
Email: Amy Huffman
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