Pondering the Door

Everyone has a small room

Tucked away for emergencies.

Most are in the back

Furnished with chair and table.

There is usually a faceless entity

Who unlocks the door

Escorts you in

Then exits

Leaving you there…

Alone.

Some are fortunate

With a thin ray of sunlight

Seeping through a cracked blackened window

One’s communication partner

Each time it slides through to stopover

But falls quiet quickly

As it has other visits to make.

That’s when one realizes

Light serves beyond mere exposure

A double entendre

Of edification and enlightenment

Even…

Giving you permission to

Vacate such self-imposed limitation

Shut the door tightly

Even the option to lock it.