October 29, 2025Poem

Too late the open door?

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Too late the open door?

Kept closed tight,

Double locked

Against the night.

The bolt sealed shut,

Hardly ever drawn.

Hinges squeal

A warning,

Whenever

Pressure is applied.

Preventing easy access,

Discouraging

Visitors,

Barring intruders.

Keeping me safely

Locked inside,

Hidden from view,

Even from you.

I can hear the

Pounding.

Outside or within?

Your voice muffled,

Vaguely urgent.

How long

Will it go on

Before you tire?

I sense exasperation,

It seeps between the cracks,

And massages

The space between us,

Testing my decision

To turn the key

That will open the door

And set my spirit free.