Life For Tea Poem by Megan du Toit

Klop Klop Klop
Life stands at my door
Turn turn turn
He is looking for me
He is not breathing and looking pale
I am afraid to face him again
His thirst needs quenching and head needs shelter
But I am afraid to face him again

Beat beat beat
Life waits for my answer
Ssh Ssh Ssh
Don’t let him know I am here
He is offering me challenges
And enticing me with gifts
I am afraid to face him again

To be bled to, by the soul
To be drained of faith
To be beat like a drum
To expand my breathe, to a heavy pulse
To taste the rare sweet
With the better known bitter
To hold my head in contemplation
To dance!
To cry!
To feel again!
I am afraid to face him again
The lust I miss
The pain don’t
The compassion I need
The anxiety I won’t
Life
Ooh, bitter sweet life and me
Perhaps I shall invite him for tea