For years
I attempted to know myselffrom within
but in vain and decided to move out
to observe be it a flower, a fly or flamingo.
When I knocked on the past
the door stayed jammed, the bolt
clogged with old grudges, the next one
I now discovered is built
with my own thoughts. No way left
to break away
from the cage of fear and bars of doubt
as if i bore
the walls within me
like a house built by my memory.
I tried to learn the doors
and chose the one dust covered left unopened
so far
and broke free from the dungeon of mine.
Doors I discovered
define space,separating here from there,
set the ritual of
open and close
key and lock
declaring a boundary of privacy and protection
while myself have become
the kept and the keeper.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2026-03-09 at 00:50
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