The words all laid out on the table
magic spells and treasure maps
scratched out by invisible hands
grasping at the very edges of shimmering light
warped and cracking, seeping through
to a room left unguarded
with only a glass door to keep out the light
and walls where the captives counted days
as scratch marks on their souls,
their eyes bleeding the same light
Blinded, afraid to reach out to the door
for fear of finding it unlocked
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VOTE!
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The Light is On 
3 responses to “Glass Door”
The fear of the unlocked door: Perhaps one of the greatest fears.
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Love those opening five lines. Great work. I plan to vote Monday. Have you voted yet?
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Thank you! I haven’t yet—my ballot is with my family in Washington. I’m going to see them this weekend and will fill it out then. Can’t wait—this is definitely the most important vote of my life so far!
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