Waiting for the Door to Open

While watching our society restart,
I know you have wondered where I have been.
I have been huddled down, doing my part.
And waiting for the front door to open.
The bolt has been fastened for way too long
That rust may have locked it into its place.
It will take more than muscles that are strong
To untrigger its mechanical face.
It will take the resolve in me, knowing
That living life is taking that first step.
Though the curve is returning to growing,
Do I worry ’bout where the virus crept?
I guess I’ll continue to hide out here,
Waiting for a new world with little fear.

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