Locks

Am I really okay
Documenting my life

Through windows

Within four walls

Of plaster

Pretending that

I’m protected? 

Am I not made to weather 

The storms in the world? 

Is my own skin not

Enough protection? 

Is my mind so full

That it cannot go elsewhere

To learn something new? 

I pray it isn’t so. 

I hope that I can break 

The locks of my doors

And the locks of 

My own mind. 

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