Behind the iron door

If we do not grieve,  we lose  much more
The favourite gifts, the symbols of those gone
Emotions blocked will close the mind’s front door

In reverie, grief wanders  rooms and floors
But blocked, we are alone in only one.
If we cannot grieve then we lose more

Cut off from our own self, we lose  allure
So we are lonely, even as we win
Emotions blocked will trap us with’ steel doors

After  weeping, there’s an empty core
The onion peeled, reveals a tear alone
If we cannot grieve then we lose more

Yet emptiness creates a  new space dear,
An indolence  on fire to which bees come
Emotions blocked will close the mind’s own door

As we have little time till beetles own
Let us dwell in  love’s creative zones
If we cannot grieve, we can’t adore
For God is locked behind our  iron doors