untitled on purpose

untitled on purpose

A Poem by ashkat
"

the closet has no air left in it

"

Magic hands

Magic doors

Open wide and splayed

Broken hinges

Trapped fingers

In and out so many times 

The door broke 

Splintered into a million pieces


The should I stays or should I gos

Replaced with should I say or stay?

To emerge is to be reborn

To stand still is to remain broken, alone, forlorn


Answers seem so simple in essence

But the opposite is so often true:

To make the change, and be who you are

Is the most difficult thing you can do

© 2018 ashkat


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it is so tough to move on after being hurt....
we tend to close doors rather than open them, and we also seem to --go rather than stay...mistrust rather than trust.....but being who we are---and staying true to ourselves.....takes work sometimes,but worth it in the end to find comfort within our own skin.

j.

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on February 14, 2018
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ashkat
ashkat

United Kingdom



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A Poem by ashkat