the broken door

  
the oblique doorway opened to me  
inviting me in
I looked at the parallel vision
slanted and obscured
it beckoned to me
befitting my skewed passions
 
before I could think I fell inside
falling on my face
I heard mad laughter
then in a thunderous voice
boomed "stay on your face that's where you belong"
 
it cut the silence causing it to rain blood
my life's blood from the previous dimension
finally, I was able to find my feet
 
shaken I braved this deity
stood and shouted "how dare you"
"do you not know it is I who writes the story?
I am the poet that traveled time
I am the woman from the first revolution of existence"
 
I look around me and lay, witness, to his warped creation
then laughed at his madness
with dismay, he stated plainly "I am your creator"
 
"do you know not I am the word
without me, your book would be empty
I am the poet that came before you
the artist that formed your place of habitation
I am the foundation on which you stand"
 
"this skewed place is your reality of me
a perception you created
within your brokenness"  
 
"look today for some humanity
in the faces of your brothers and sisters
I don't live in a book
I live in the souls of your loved ones
in the rivers and on the mountain tops
I run through the valleys dotting it with flowers
and yes Brenda I live in you"
 
"in my eyes beautiful"