IMAGE : PEXELS

IMAGE : PEXELS

At The Door’s Knob

Not all entrances double as exits.

Words from these tongues soothing and screaming and scrambling, taunting and haunting in want to sculpt and define, but too dense, compressed; clarity glimpsed in the wet of tear. Hush! this soul-searching. Let there be rest, time to embrace the peace being wished, blessed.

In knowing!

Ajar are doors never quite closed.