Moving Day
found this key in my pocket
not sure how it got there
suspect it’s been there forever
every once in a while
I put my hand in and just played with it
wondering, pondering
day dreaming
the key was familiar
I knew it
deep in my knower
yet it remained a peripheral curiosity
in my busy life
today
I hold it in my hand
it rings, vibrates
with joy
with abundance
with ease
I’m moving out
the old house of my busy life
with its rooms
of hatred and anger
of anxiety and fear
of unworthiness
no longer shelter me
with their dank darkness
the key led me to my
true abiding home
that’s been
waiting
for me
forever
if you want it
my new address is
1 Kingdom of Heaven
Mansion 333
Earth
come, be my neighbor
key's in your pocket
10.26.22
Copyright © Becky Forbes | Year Posted 2022
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