As a child
I saw my soul
the light and depth
too much to hold

I found a door
deep in myself
I coaxed it in
and slammed the bolts

The door was strong,
deep wooden brown
with locks and latches
made of brass

I’ve worn the key
around my neck
in all the time that since
has passed

I built a moat around
that door
set crocodiles
to guard the bridge

The gentle knocking
over time
is louder now
hard to ignore

Even when I sleep
through knocking sounds
the light is seeping
through the ground

Perhaps it’s time
To take the key
And finally set that
poor soul free

© Tanya Southey @Ordinary Poetry

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