For years

I attempted to know myself
from within
but in vain and decided to move out
to observe be it a flower, a fly or a 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 sometimes the best one
is dust covered left unopened
so far, with a knock
only I could hear
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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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
It has been a while since I have read some poetry, only recently getting back into the written word myself. I don't think I could have read something more profound than this. It's almost as if the cold isn't as cold when the space it occupies is larger. I wish I could be more constructive, but it isn't needed anyway. Very well done. Thank you for sharing.
2026-03-20


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