Threshold of Maturity
He was about to cross the threshold of manhood
Not by returning home but by walking away.
Determined to be constant and make good
Hoping to stand proud come judgement day.
Yearning for the warmth behind the door
Comforting arms surely within.
Such thoughts he certainly must ignore
His newfound accountability owed to Gwynn.
The fresh snow was pure and clean
Who was he to tarnish and trample?
His dark shadow should have foreseen
Admittance and comfort were not his to sample.
Once a familiar gateway into happiness and joy
Must now be perceived as a barrier.
For no longer he a mother’s boy
Able to seek solace and a sugared pacifier.
His difficult path faced the opposite direction.
Behind him an entrance no longer but an exit as his
footsteps retraced the childhood path with a clear destination.
Dreams surrendered as he embraced the crisp air full of promise.
by Margaret Bednar
For Magpie Tales #43 Click HERE to read other poems. This is my first attempt to have rhyme at the end of my lines and it was CHALLENGING! This poetry stuff is tough - you should try it if you haven't already. But watch out, you might get addicted! The picture prompt for this Magpie is below. The one above is one I took in Petoskey, MI two years ago and I will count it as 68 of my 365 day photographic journey - I DID take photos of houses today, but I really felt like a winter scene! :)