It Always Feels Like Winter

IN THE WINTER OF MY LIFE

Opening,
I hold tight the door with one hand,
opening
just enough for cold to slide in
and snow to
sidle past, then die at my feet.
I won’t let
life tug the handle from my grasp,
flinging wide
my soul to the world. I hold tight,
opening
just enough for breath to escape,
before I
inhale and set the locks again.

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