I Knock

Walking slowlywith legs that refuse to surrenderupon the makeshift wooden stickI almost swaythrough the streets I knock.

I feel its knockdeep in my soul.An insistenceto open the doors to hopes…I knock with it on the vault of heaven,to grant space to dreams.To give space to loves.

I knock on the doors of Parliament,to shake it from its slumber.I knock on people’s hearts,to turn them back from leaving…

I knock, I knock…Rarely does anyone answer.I knock…But… I do not kill.