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Closing Doors
Boxes of atrocities
Lost loves and dire memories
Lie collecting dust in plain view
Along with writings of my reveries
And scribbled chords of aged melodies
Waiting to be replaced by new
My contaminated past lingers through my mind
As I observe the possessions of these times
To repress my sorrow once again
Surrounded by walls of gray
I close my eyes for a moment to escape
But the haunting memories persist to invite themselves in
Then I open my eyes to a thought of liberation;
As if a sign from above, or premonition
I abruptly see that this is self-inflicted pain
I've carried this credence around
Disabling luminosity from possibly being found
In this burden of clutter I've not thrown away!
The doors of past trials
Have remained open for too long awhile
And not a spec of radiance could show through
I close these doors on my grievances today
To retrieve possibilities that I could not see,
Being thrown my way
Once I open a door of new.
copyright (c} 2007
Deanna Prall
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