Open Poetry #38 |
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My Door is Always Open |
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Kristabell Senior Member
since 2003-11-29
Posts 678Portland, OR ![]() |
Constant struggle and strife Pulling at endurance Strangling sustenance With constant strain. Covering the truth And muddling reality With words strung out And realizations unfound. Take the light with you, While you utter those words, Spinning webs of steel, Enclosing the temptress of truth. My door has ever been open, But you deny its existence Spreading seasons of false reality, To cover many senseless refusals. This door shall remain open, For you to find, A welcoming shadow, To quash that false light. Take it all into your hands, It has ever been yours, What you deny yourself so freely, Is not closed off as you suppose. Do not submerge me in crafted complaints, “You never tell me anything,” And, “You shall regret this when I am gone,” My door is always open, And it has been, all along. "Use your imagination not to scare yourself to death but to inspire yourself to life." |
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Kristabell Senior Member
since 2003-11-29
Posts 678Portland, OR |
If you would not mind, would you also look at my previous post, "A Heart's Spill"? I would really apreciate good feed back on that one... Thanks a lot, Kristabell "Use your imagination not to scare yourself to death but to inspire yourself to life." |
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