Who knew the heart
had so many doors,
most of them invisible
until the very moment
the hand brushes the knob,
and out of habit, perhaps,
the wrist makes a turn
and suddenly
there is an opening
where moments before
there was only wall.
There are thresholds
beyond our dreaming
right here within
the lives we live.
They have been here
all along.
Great title for this one, those chambers of the heart.
I might think about killing at least one of those “There is…”, “There was…”, “There are…” phrases, lodged so closely together in the chambers of this poem.
For example,
and suddenly an opening
where moments before
was only wall…
Or something like that:-)
You are soooo right!
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