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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