Turn the key

Turn the key

Open the door

Whatever waits within

Is surely better bathed

In blue

Washed in the scatter

Of sunlight

Where it can be exposed

As less or more

Than the sum

Of your hidden

Constituency

Fearful of falling short

Of the measure

Placed upon you

Burdened by expectation

Carried in hope of

Validation

When the truth

Of its restriction

Is revealed

Severing a connection

To self-recrimination

Locked inside

The broken child

Chambered in echo

Of a release

There will be solitary

Triumph

Unbound by shadow

Radiance

Is your achievement

Hallowed in halo

And the purity

Of its glow

Will brighten

All around you.