Closed doors

I was told, and told often,

“Oh Dear you’ll have to walk,

Alone.” I shivered, gulped, stumbled,

And thought, “I’ll wave galaxies with

A swing of my hand, and whisper my will.

But how am I supposed to be happy

When I’m alone, atop my magnificent hill?”

My palm in their hands, they said,

“Remember to keep your stars 

Quite close.” I let go, the lies, they told

For sometimes your stars are the ones

Keeping your doors closed.
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