I am an unlocked door
My anger comes from my awareness
and the lack of efforts from others
“Everything I know, I bled for”
Staining the fibers of my build
As bold as a warning
Challenging my cortex with a reminder
that I am a an unlocked door
With a frame
And walls I’ve built around me
to hang the memories of my story
Through the corridors
I have rooms for
worship
to honor the different sides of me
An attic
filled with next to nothing but webs
And a basement plagued with the void
Waiting for a sinkhole to emerge to swallow
all that I’ve ever been.
and if that day were to come
They will walk past my remains
questioning what was beyond the door
that they never dared to check
to see
if she was unlocked.
The imagery you’ve created paints a vivid picture of a person who is open and accessible, yet often overlooked or misunderstood. The contrast between the unlocked door and the walls built around it speaks to the delicate balance between vulnerability and self-protection that many of us struggle with. I love it!
Logan, You’ve nailed the analysis, thank you for diving deep in between the lines and sharing your thoughts and kind words <3 much love
I love the imagery throughout the poem and the line work. I read this poem several times and each reading presented a more intense understanding that kept drawing me to the poem. I like your use of a house to describe being vulnerable, closed off, and seen all once.
Thank you Jane for expressing your love for the poem <3 I appreciate your motivating words