Open me up

Open me up

I am closed

A book as once was open

So easily read

With nothing hidden

In the small print

Pages now tightly sealed

Loose leaves

Drawn and bound

To keep the words together

The meaning clear

If not for you to measure

Or for my own pleasure

But to illustrate

A place in time

An anchor

To ride out a tide that

Should it rage

May seek to pull me under

A solid rock

About which life is tied

Not as scapegoat or sacrifice

The weight of any burden

But as explanation

An aid to understanding

Should the need arise

To untie that which binds me

Float freely with little thought

Or hinderance

As the pages of my life

Are cast unto a sea

With no account

Of progress

Or fear

From broken flood gates

Just the freedom given

To a leaf as drifts

Slowly turns

As it unfurls

Disassembling

Disseminating

In essence

Until one day

As another folded leaf

In another book it will

Open up again