Closed Gate

Trees curl around me

Beads of light escaping through

A road diverges slowly,

Neither one including you.

I walk blindly

between the two

Yet there you are

On guard.

Ashamed,

I can’t pass through.

The gravel is burning

beneath my tired feet

I must move faster

Change direction!

Instead I take a seat.

Flesh and bone

Burning on stone

Everyone’s watching.

But still,

I burn alone.

Put me on the stake

Let me prove I’m not a fake

I was always searching

I thought I might always be.

From the ashes,

I dug down deep.

Little did I know..

I hold the fucking key.

-Kelly Wiman