A Forbidden Place Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting close to a forbidden place, able to reach out and touch
the entrance to it.

Watching sunlight dance and shimmer through traces of designs
upon it's windows, twelve rectangular windows, like twelve
apostles waiting, standing guard so no one unanticipated can
enter.

Deadbolt standing rigidly on the door, key hole beckoning me
to explore the labyrinths beyond it's entrance.

Wonder, full of curiosity am I, wanting to see what lies beyond
the reach of sight beyond my eyes.

Touching softly, tongs of my mind, echoing and re-echoing my
heart's curious desires.

Feeling a gentle urging from within to go exploring is hard to ignore, especially when my mind is being tantalized by it's
curiosity and unknowing.

Walking silently across my mind, figuring out ways to get
inside and see the wonder of my imagining.

Sitting close to a forbidden place, able to reach out and touch
the entrance to it, yet cannot get beyond the door except in
my imagination.