Closing/Opening

When the door closes please don’t look back

for not wracked with grief will I be;

a sense of relief, of a burden now shed

a small dance breaks from me.

The truth of it is, as Cohen’s voice caresses my skin

I am not afraid of your loss,

Not afraid that you shall flee

for I know….I know….

the worth of me.

Sensual, sexual, lusting

I will no longer hide

Do not think to shush me,

do not think to bind,

for I have found truth,

I have found expression in mine own.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 6/17