Closed Door
If I were an open book
and truly let you see
what hides behind the words
and hides the real, true me,
would you use this knowledge
for the good or bad or worse?
And if the later surely then
your soul would be quite cursed?
Then that would be my fault
for letting you inside,
and so I close the door,
the door I hide behind.
poem by Ruth Walters
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