Open Door Poem by Midifo Yearns

An open door invites
into the reaches of my mind
the hidden spaces of my heart
the lost rooms of my kind.

And as I enter, carrying fear
I open wide my eyes, to notice
bend my ears to hear
record, the contours and the colors,
the clean and dirty places,
the dust, the shine, the cobwebs
and the spine, that must
support the structure
with attitude benign.

My ears become antennae
for every little sound;
the creeks and crocks
and groans and grunts
that whine away, in wooden floors,
ill-hung doors, the musty
curtains hanging there.

I smell and touch to find my way
to any place that I can stay
and take possession of my life
and claim it as my very own.

Then I see, colors true and bright,
the clean and poignant parts of me
the darkness gone, I see the light
and find that I myself can be

what I choose, and without fret
to live in freedom from all debt
for now the house is truly home
where I can stay, no longer roam.