It’s the knocking

Photo by Mariana Kurnyk on

I knock on doors
Rattling my fist to the sound of distress
Will they hear me?
With soft whispers and sighs
My voice doesn’t reach
My fist weak from knocking

I try and try again
These wooden blockades do not scare me
It’s the knocking that goes unanswered that does me in

Hey lovelies,

Your favorite little lost squirrel here. I know I haven’t posted anything this week, so here’s a poem for you. I hope you have an awesome weekend.

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