The temperature rise is a risk,
they’ll hear you coming
through walls that are
perpetually thin.
Tonight the stars will align
its time to open the doors again,
for as long as one can remember
that open door has been your truth.
That wait weighs more than words
with each new passing day
triggers force the expectation to grow
few could manage the pressure here.
For some, they have walked away
the puzzle is too much to figure out.
Right from the start
anticipation builds
in the corner of the room
there sits the sacred book
for once the answers revealed.
You’re that close, but still,
few have ever had the privilege
to conquer the steps.
Yesterday you were handed beauty
told to keep things
guarded and to yourself.
Yesterday, the apple was bit
you spoke and revealed the book
the contents secrets revealed,
is it any wonder why
you’re on the outside today.
Outside that door again,
looking inward
has never been
one of your favorable strengths.
Dragonfly Poetry 