Heaven's door

I walk to the light and see Heaven's door,
wondering what in life I have in store.
Knock knock! Knock knock! I'm back again,
tried to be good, please let me in!
I know I've done wrong but I don't throw stones,
Knock knock, please let me in out of this cold!

I know I have stolen, I know I've lied,
please oh please won't you let me come inside.
We'll see! We'll see! Stay on the path,
please do your best with what you have.
Take nothing for granted and love your life,
We'll see how you do with your new found light.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111117

Author note: This poem was written in response to dVersePoets.com FormForAll challenge. This week the form was a 'Staccato'. This is only the third non-freeverse poem I've ever written. Taking up these challenges really forces me to put my mind into my art.

Another note: I just realized I did it wrong. I did not make rhyme the middle of the first & second line in each stanza. Oh well, here's to a valiant attempt anyways :)

Another note: Fixed the first stanza, but want to leave the second broken. The first I was able to change without loss of meaning, the second I can't.

A child inside

I'm a child inside due to a childless past,
time to grow up,
and do it fast,
I'm an obsessive posessor on insanity's border,
of pain and despair I've been a collective hoarder,
is it a disorder?,
or something I can work through?,
I've always felt screwed,
I can't prove with intent that I've have had the power to choose,
I've been abused,
but it's something nobody can see,
because I've believed my secrets should be kept inside of me,
indeed,
I've been inprisoned in my own self cataclysm,
it's because I've chosen not to make different decisions,
but it's time to move forward,
get up and move on,
grief is like a ghost,
I can accept it and make it gone,
I'm not wrong for not accepting any help,
it's only because I wasn't listening to myself,
with the pain I've been dealt,
by my own hands,
leaving permanent internal welts,
pass me the scalpul,
I need to perform surgery,
remove this psychological cancer before I allow it to murder me,
I've lived through hell,
so I know I can survive,
but I must disassociate from the past to fully become alive.

© Steve Bertrand aka. stevieb 20111115