Let Me Show You To Your Room

When you
were born
you were given
a Key
to a Room.

But you were
Small, and
maybe you lost it,
or Somebody Big
may have taken it
from you.

“For safekeeping”
they said, or
maybe they
feared
what you might do
in that Room.

Sometimes,
for reasons
that were
a Mystery
to you,
you found the
door ajar.

If curiosity,
or desire,
overcame
fear,
or shame,

you slipped
inside
and were
bedazzled.

There were
bristled art brushes
and fine tip ink pens
and thick paper
and electric guitars
and dancing shoes.

If you were
bold you
may have
stayed and
played awhile,

then demanded
the Big Ones
give you back
your Key, or
you may have
found
where you
lost it.

Or you may have
decided you
weren’t meant to
have a Key,

the Room
belongs to
someone else.

No.
That Room
belongs to
you.

If you can’t
find your Key,
find a
locksmith.

Or just
break down
the door.

Then come and go
as you please.
And stay
as long as
you want.

(Photo by Amol Tyagi; UnSplash)