The Key

Are you stuck waiting for something to happen?
Are your doors slammed shut, your eyes cannot see?
Is your vision dark and are your dreams unyielding?
Is it raining in your dreams?

While your buried head burrows
under the safety of sameness,
a sunbeam cracks the darkness,
alights upon the resting ladybug;
she opens her wings and flies away.

Can you force your door open?
Even in your mind the bolt is locked.
Let the light in, one candle at a time if you must.
The key will appear when you are ready to see.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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