It opens.
It closes.
It's locked up at night
and I can sleep soundly
knowing all is alright.
My cat can wander
in and out of his flap.
The cold air can enter here
if it's open a gap.
Those whom have access
as in my home they live,
to keep it locked,
a key
to them I give.
A gate right there beyond it,
for my garden,
to keep secure;
is a bit of extra protection for my door.
When unlocked it's break time
and time for me to take stock.
To visit me at these times
there's no need to knock.
Open to the world,
vulnerable,
yet free,
to anyone who wants to
if it's me they want to see.
When it's locked up tightly
so I can reset my pace,
it's still available for access,
as a doorbell is in place.
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Out From Within the Shadow
PoetryIntroduction In March 2013, following the completion of From Within The Shadow, I reached the point of feeling and being like I'd found my way out from within the shadow. With each step it felt like I was opening like a flower: Blossoming, growing s...
