POEM: unlocked

unlocked

the surprise was
      that the door opened
      when I pulled the handle
so few do these days
as a kid pretending to be
      a hero in a game
      involving dice
I remember we could run
      into a church
      for sanctuary
when the monsters got too close
I need it now more than
      my fictional self did then
I need a door to be open
      the soft light through
      stained glass
the quiet only holy places bring

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10 October 2017
State College PA

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One Response to POEM: unlocked

  1. Yes. So much of it.

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