Only half? Only half the door is open
shedding light into this house so dark, so lonely?
Shadows lurking, fear creating.
rejoicing, they cheer
the One in fright, immobilized,
by ignorance victimized.
Only half the door is open
in this house, the horrors haunting
the One in passive immobility,
unaware of possibility,
of unlocked latches taunting
freedom outside waiting, swaying
in breezy light its joy displaying.
Only half the door remains unclosed,
concealing and revealing spaces unexplored,
fields of knowledge, mystery and more.
The house in shadows will remain.
The One ideas refusing to entertain,
of liberty, a mind without restrain.
Instead the One inanimate, of true spirit devoid,
Familiar monsters prefers.
The breath of Day the One avoids.
This has been a magpie tale prompt from Willow.