The Door

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A movable book-case

served as a door

to the Secret Annex

where hid two families

The Frank and the Van Pels,

for sometimes in the 1940’s.

It was like a womb

gestating history

to be born

long after they were gone.

Love of words 

sustained an angel.

Teenager she was.

Those words were a dove

that found a sky

on the pages of her diary.


I know how

Its wings were chopped off.


Woe unto the womb

that birthed and birth humans

with choppers

as hands.


Yet the dove

is still alive,

throbbing with life,

ever opening a door

into that amazing life

and a toxic time.





Posted for my Midweek Motif ~ The Door @ Poets United