The Closed Door

When one door closes…and then so many more—it’s too easy to become yet another for yourself, to yourself.

“The Closed Door” was an unshakable fixture in my life for far too long. Nothing I tried would bust even one of them open even a crack, though I stood heaving and bloodied on the other side. I even tried to not try.

It’s no wonder then that this poem was the first creative work that I ever finished to satisfaction. It was the beginning of what would become a long and winding journey to fiction writing.

Completing this poem, in this style, invited me across an invisible threshold and inside a castle, which i’m still wandering the halls of to this day.

Because it’s me. All mine; all yours—tuus totus.

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