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It’s odd
How difficulties
somehow manage
to find the sneakiest
ways possible
to introduce themselves

For instance;

Through doors
we thought were locked
deadbolted
to the safety of our hidden
insecurities

Or through old wounds
Exposed from fresh scabs
removed from skin
in haste of healing

Through surprise parties,
crashed upon arrival
unannounced and jarring

If only we could only learn
to welcome them the same
In celebration of presence and renewel

With time,
patient
to let scars become
stories that heal
when ready to be spoken

In doors opened and closed
in the coming and going
of old friends we have called
secrets
or fears
or regret
But doors that are open
nonetheless

It’s odd
How difficulties
somehow manage
to find the sneakiest
ways possible
to introduce themselves

But maybe that is
the only way
we would ever let them in.

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