Gate Keeper

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”Gate Keeper”

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I wish to know what is beyond the gates of your heart. I long to see what may be seen through the windows of your mind. I long to be let in. I yearn for it.

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I wish to hear each of your troublesome thoughts, and feel all of the ways each could be felt. In the dark nights. In the still mornings. In the moments when you are torn into a million pieces.

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I wish to be there in the moments when you see yourself. In the moments when you are un-seen. In the moments when you are plagued by pain.

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I want inside your gates, where it all is. To gaze upon and listen to everything inside you that has never been seen or heard. To look into the eyes of things you have faced alone, and tap on the shoulders of those you are too afraid to face.

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Teach me the languages you have been speaking inside your gates, I want to memorize even the curse words.

Allow me to paint my entire being in the colours I pull up from your deepest wells.

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Invite me into you and take me through all of your halls and rooms. Let me gaze upon the depth in you, as I cannot rest until I illuminate the farthest corners.

Let me hold the tender things you keep locked away, my hands are warm and clean.

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Send me naked into the great storms you are weathering.

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My mighty soul is banging on your gates, pleading to be let in.

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It would be the greatest gift.

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@PHiLo.poema {2/17/2024}