Open.

Even when I’m closed?

Even when I’m locked and bottled up?

Even when I’m scared? 

Even when I think I’m not open? 

Can I even be closed? 

Open- A gateway to above 

The nostalgic feeling in my hands and heart of the pages, words, letters when I open a Tehilim. 

Open- Danger? 

Not so sure any more.

Closed seems to be doing just fine with putting me and my loved ones in danger. Heck, people are closed and they actually kill for it. 

So no thank you closed. I pick open. 

Open? Is it safe? Are you safe? 

What do I need so it can be safe?

Do I need anything outside of me? 

Or is it a simple virtue that it is safe to be and to live. 

It is safe to succeed. It is safe to lose too. 

Open- What a strong and courageous act. 

Open. What a safe strong human you are. 

Open. Even when I am closed. 

Open. Even when I’m locked and bottled up. 

Open. Even when I’m scared. 

Open. Even when I think I’m not open. 

Open. ‏גם מאחורי הדברים הקשים העומדים עליך אני עומד

Open. An opening, it is how it all started. 

And where we will always return to.

Open- with hope, 

I’m home, we are home. Soon enough.