Locked

Written October 10, 1998

The door is locked
Let me be the key
The door is stuck
Let me be the strength
The room is abused and abandoned
Let me be the compassionate resident
The air is musty and stale
Let me be the freshening breeze
Doubts fill the frames on the walls
Let me be the love to paint trust over all fear

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