the portal

the portal
note from self

from a young age
she knew this was true
the heart is a door
not just a functional pump
keeping body alive—
the metaphorical one
the gateway to knowing
to opening
to wonder
she wanted to share
were others aware?
not her atheist parents
that was for sure
she went clandestine
tried her best to fit in
til she could leave home
and find her own tribe—
it took fifty years and
a wandering path
to discover her home
is closer than close
her heart is
a portal to here

2022 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.

I welcome comments and discussion!

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