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Do Not Open the Door

Do not open the door—
Stay. Be still. Be silent.
For who knows what gust of wind
Might breach the sanctuary within?
What stranger’s shadow
might stretch long enough to pierce your calm?

Seal it all—
Bolt the door. Draw the curtains.—
Let neither the sun’s rays
Nor the moon’s pale glow
reach this sanctuary.

Through years of patient hands,
I have crafted this fragile haven.
Each corner smoothed,
each crack concealed with whispers.
Would you watch it scatter—

break apart like brittle porcelain
in the span of a single breath?


Whose footsteps echo now?
Who hums, soft and low,
a tune strange yet sweetened with familiarity?
Should I follow it into the vast unknown,
or sink deeper into the folds of my solitude?
Why is it now silent—
yawns wide and answers nothing?


Once more, you have deceived me,
stealing the ground beneath my thoughts.
With questions sharp as shattered glass,
you pull reasons, bend logic into coils.
Tell me- O Stranger, why—

so often—
you linger in silence, with so much to say.

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