Security sans Locks

Promised sanctuary is always there
offered  to serve the trusting follower
"The trusting?" some whisper back while
cinching the belt about their Jenny Craig waist
the tether to their Face Book facade
the zip around their iPad case
the barbs encasing their heart

Gently moves the will to imagine
without restraints
quieting the wind of fear
raging storms amid one's resolve

Seek not a dead bolt
rather embrace tenuous threads
knowing all that is worth protecting
awaits but dust nevertheless

Beware the security of locks
willing partners in fear

Know instead attachment and clinging
remain historically roots of despair