LOCKED DOOR IN MY CHEST
A power always within reach.
Always at work, but locked away.
Behind the door in my chest
it cries to be unleashed,
….yet demands respect to be wielded.
Every man carries this power.
Most will never USE it.
Some will hear the call and dismiss it,
Enjoying the comfort of mediocrity
dimming their potential.
Afraid to be the black shining sheep.
Blind to the truth beneath
the surface of the masses.
We search endlessly for
keys outside ourselves.
Never realizing,
….the key was always in our hand.
But a fist can’t hold a key.
And most of us keep pounding
on the doors of others,
begging to be let in.
Only when we unclench,
only when we stop knocking,
do we see:
