Beginnings are found
   in vacant silhouettes
   and a need
  
to stifle the chill.

So starts the
   Rampart, a fortification
   of one’s heart.

But though the
   barricade may comfort
   with impenetrable walls.

What’s inside will starve
   If never allowed out.

It’s a clever find,
   putting doorways on
   the passages of mind.

To find a way out
   without letting
   the Heat out.

But while outside,
   playing amongst Wonders,
remember, so too
   exist Blunders.

And to they,
   in a door unblocked
   there is no delay

Watch them follow
   you home, a scheme
   to let the Heat out.

So comes the latch
   to protect and preserve.

You may leave, a
   few times at first,
   without caution or dread

To find shock on return,
    a pathway ajar.
You see, Blunders are clever
    they can pick and can pull

For each Blunder
   needs a latch,
   specific to the last.

Before long avoiding
   Blunder leads to
   a collection of protection

And a maze on one's heart
  can be more complete
  than any rampart.

Remember that when
   you fear the chill,
though latches may
   seem to be key,
It's making peace with Blunder
   that is the path to Wonder.