I Could Not Sit...Still!

From me,
I had to remove the blues.
Too uncertain became my needs.
I could breathe...
But it was not done freely.

From me,
The moods would shift.
As if a splitting away of focus,
Had been permitted.
And I could not sit...still!

From me,
Excuses I would give...
Others refused to accept.
The actions I had taken next,
Were to sulk and brood.

From me,
I began to see energized light.
And inspite of my self centeredness,
There was something within me that existed.
I could not resist it.

And I knew then,
From me that darkness sat.
And I alone welcomed it by invitation.
No other fingerprints were on the doors,
And windows I chose to close.

I could not sit...still.
Until the doors and windows,
Were again reopened...
Onto a world I chose,
To keep closed.

And...
I could not sit...still.
Remembering,
It was I who had consciously...
Did this.

Remembering,
My own footsteps I chose to quiet.
And it was I who now grew tired,
Of the darkness I inspired.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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