Small Promises
Trust the small promises you make with yourself
even when you can’t seem to keep them.
These are the hidden keys.
Found in an old jacket pocket
collar up, against the wind
when walking along the edges of yourself.
Hopefully these skeletons can unlock the rooms that have resisted you.
And may it be a perfect room.
Full of dappled light tracing the spines
of worn wooden floors
and cracked oak window panes
lined with tender cuttings.
There is a comfort here for all abandoned parts [of yourself]
knocking at the door.