Between the
floorboards on the ground and the white washed ceiling above
A door
stands undisturbed between two boards, creating a complete wall
A shelter of
protection from the universe breathing... waiting... knocking upon the door
The stars
coruscate as the moon rises to its supreme position in the night sky
Forcing the
sun to gracefully bow down from its post in the heavens
That door is
the border line between existence and oblivion
The punch of
reality and the soft whisper of delusion
Screams are
suppressed and laughter is just a hollow echo
The devil is
able to claw his way across the flesh
Yet no
indication of his actions can be detected
Angels are
locked outside to sit and wait to hear for the click of a key
The turn of
a lock
And to
wonder if the face they see to peer out that doorway
To be one of
hope, or one of dismay
No one will
know and no one will see
What is
poisoning the souls of the innocent
What is
slowly eating away the purity of the good
What is
putting out the light from the candle wick
Unless one
lifts the veil of shadows
To reveal
the scintillate sunlight
Darling, you
will only continue to cry out of choice
No one has
coerced you to turn the key to lock the door
Only three
things knock upon the beating and fragile door encased between your ribs
Love, mercy,
and grace
Unlock your
heart to what it deserves
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