The Gate

The Gate

A Poem by Anna Garcia
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Is the locked gate for your protection or mine?

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Wrought iron, thick, black, and imposing.
Spiked finials add protection and style.

Classic and stately, a true work of art.
Standing tall, impressive and intimidating.

The cold, dangerous world outside.
A beautiful garden hidden safely within.

The gate is closed; shutting me out.
No key card, no passcode, no entry.

I desperately want to be let inside.
To walk freely through the grounds.

© 2018 Anna Garcia


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Added on February 7, 2018
Last Updated on February 7, 2018