Holding On

Updated: Aug 27, 2019

Holding on

to the door handle of the past

is tantamount to clenching a correction

of a wrong that can never be turned right.

I'd like to speak

to the architect of my house,

the one who built this mind,

and ask

Why did you

build fear into the door

so I feel terror

whenever I conceive to walk thru it?

I want to feel comfort

in all corridors, striding,

and ease by all doors, passing,

thru them and past them,

to get to the family room

where the fire burns gently in the hearth.

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