Van Winkle Of Love Poem by Nika McGuin

Should it really be this hard?
I guess that's just how it is.
Before, I never really tried.
All of the old folks told me
that love was a stranger
bound to come knocking on my door.

So, I stood peering through the peephole
waiting as figures passed the threshold.
One day, I grew tired of waiting and fell asleep at the door.
If anyone ever knocked, I was too sound asleep
to hear it. If anyone ever knocked,
they did it far too softly to wake me.

I'm the Rip Van Winkle of love.
Only yesterday, I woke to find that so many opportunities
had already passed me by during my slumber.
Now, I must venture out from behind the door.

- Flash! ! -

But, it's so bright out here!
The sun is blinding in all of its brilliance.
Then suddenly it disappears, leaving me shuddering
in the midst of night - then the snow begins to fall!
Oh! Out beyond the peephole - wandering lost in the blizzard am I...
Yet, my journey has only but just begun.