Cat Door

Sometimes the door
is very small
and not where you look
for it at all,
an opening just wide enough
to slip through.
It takes courage to bend so low,
make yourself small enough
to fit,
taking with you
only what you need.
Leaving the rest behind
is not as hard
as you once thought,
and you travel lighter this way,
out past the door,
and its curtained windows,

Outside are many passageways,
corridors unknown,
so you need swift feet,
surest feet.
to follow twists and turnings,
till you come at last
to where it's safe,
where you are known
as who you truly are,
where you can let your voice
sing free.

You may remember that door
you have not closed so much
as slipped through,
and wonder
if you will find it
once again,
on a path that leads not backwards
but ahead,
turning wider,
smoother underfoot,
opening to things
you need to see,
and frame clearly
in your sharpest lens,
so when you return,
you stand tall
as you need to be
to open that door


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