A Poem "904"

There was a door I never opened,
and still, it swung panicked shut behind me.
Nine steps to the end of nothing—
a "no regrets" laden goodbye stitched carefully in silence,
a chapter closed with a pitiful applause.

Zero stood there, waiting.
A void but not empty,
The void full of what could be.
The breath between heartbreaks,
the stillness before a name is spoken
The thought that strikes the heart.... And then the mind
The first time there's actual meaning in love.

And then four—
solid and grounded, steady, soft with intention.
A hand rebuilding a home from rubble,
Done it so many times its second nature.
A twisted spine straightening under a new guiding light.
It does not ask for praise, it knows.
Its steady, it holds.

904:
The echo of an old life,
the seed of a new one,
the number I whisper
when I remember
that I made it out.
And now,
its time to begin.

Goodbye Delusional D.