October 29, 2025Poem
Too late the open door?
naturecitypoliticstimemortality
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.