Somehow she managed – 

To locate the lock

To a door that had long ago

Been closed and secured. 

Hidden away, 

Closed off and closed minded, 

I meandered and shuffled, 

Through the dusty

Cobwebbed corridors,

Where few arrived, 

And fewer stayed. 

Then like a light switch, 

A latch clicked, 

She opened up the door, 

Blowing out the dust and dark, 

And breathed a little life, 

A little hope

Across the floor. 

Kevin Brown © 17.04.2017