where is the hidden door in you cracking open inch by inch revealing the soft petals of your heart the alcove of dreams the wealth of desire a treasured measure of sunlight cup it in your hands this fragile hoping keep it close to your breast whisper to it tenderly rouse it with a curving smile it is longing to blossom for you
Art and Poetry credit: Tori Mullin, 2022
[Image of a gardener kneeling in the grass on a background of diagonal strips of florals. Like doors, an image of a peony sits in two halves on either side of the gardener with the words “Safe” and “space” cut into pieces onto of the flower.]
