Valentines my love

At times
I feel lost
like a small child
locked in a room
too small to reach
the door knob
I struggle
seeking egress
seeking freedom
but it is never there
just out of my reach
a crack of light
a small sliver of something
beyond the door
that I cannot reach.
and so I stumble in the darkness
seeking my way
my path
in the quiet closet that
holds my fears
and little else
the door
opens a crack
what is love you ask?
knowing what is behind my closet door
and opening

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