like a mouse trap
I snap closed
getting my fingernails underneath
is impossible
I try
I pry
my heart back open
only for it to snap closed again
and sometimes
I get glimpses
of openness
moments
of connection
I drink dew drops
of peace
before the door closes
on my singing heart
so I sit
singing to the closed door
and gently
again
it opens.
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