The Safe

There was a girl, once,

Who could not accept that any of the doors in her house

Be left open.

She felt that if the doors were open

People might come in

Without realizing she was inside and alone

And wanted it that way.

She was afraid, too, that the people she did invite inside her rooms

Might escape, might want no more of the specialness of her rooms

And only want out.

She thought, then, that if she kept all doors closed,

Then the people she sacrilized

Would stay put and untouched,

They would relic away in her room

And be all that she needed.

She kept the doors closed

But soon, no one even knocked

And the relics that her chosen people had become

Began to stray and crawl their way

Through the keyhole

And out of sight.

She closed her eyes

And even the house inside her head

Was evicted of any tenants.

So the girl kept her doors closed just like that

And, without relics, had nothing but thoughts

To make sacred.