Doors blow open just once
Because it isn’t for show.
Minds are blown open
with varying degrees of certainty.
The very last thing she wanted
Was the very first thing she got.
Maybe she thought she deserved it somehow
But it became something that defined her
Until someone came along
To point out
How wrong she was.
Josephine Ranes 
Amazing poetry.
But was she wrong
or just misunderstood
kicked in door
unable to close
to protect
herself
She lived life
her own way.
the best way possible.