Everywhere I go
Letting me know
Everything I have is still mine to keep
Opening doors familiar
Like my front door back home
The door to my office
Or my sunlit childhood home.
The tiny object needed
before you leave your house, your car.
My cabin.
So that you may return to a cocoon
Mutating from a bedraggled butterfly
Into a cosy caterpillar
Sometimes the other side of the door is not so anticipated
Even though we have the key
As the clock clicks open
Trust is your only protection
Trust in yourself:
a tremulous trust to keep.
As the door swings open
The cocoon is left behind
A fresh world is waiting
With a brand new set of keys.
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