Turning the key, lifting the latch, opening
the door,
Ssh, one step at a time, footsteps crossing
the floor,
The cracking, the creaking, the sighing of
old wood,
Door wide open, sun shining, just where she
stood.
Breaking open the shell of her hardened
sore heart,
On feeling the warmth, not knowing where to
start,
But with a mere caress, a kiss & a
gentle kind word,
She knows beyond closed door, her voice
will be heard.
Unwrapping tight layers, around forgotten
cold soul,
Revealing the kernel of her being &
leaving her whole,
The ice-bound nub of the person she was
& used to be,
Thawed by love, now melting & lets her
fly away free.
Opening the old door, on an old life lived &
now gone,
Ridding her being of darkness, where the sun
once shone,
Illuminating her hard heart, soul & sad
frozen cold being,
With new wings spread, her old life is now away
fleeing.
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