Unlocking I Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Speak not of locks, of shocks, of furrowed brow
as circles spiral out to challenge Fate.
no corridors can wall, incarcerate
great soul whose door for sharing’s open now.
To tears she fears, to weary stooping bow
Open heart, help hurt evaporate,
Miasma, darkness Life will dissipate.
Another door to spirit naught can cow
Remains to open, leads to sharing’s vow,
Grief set aside, reef won’t abide, berate!
Allow Love’s dart to melt all trace of hate.
Response reaction scorns, can peace allow.
End fears! the years, the tears, cease choke and smart,
The pain, the strain, the chain, ease broken heart.